We're writing confessions behind locked doors that's all we're good for.
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Through this what have we learned?
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It doesn't matter if you play with fire, either way you get burned
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This game was fixed from the start, we don't have a chance.
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We're just knocking on deaths door, waiting for an answer.
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If you're still wondering what the future holds,
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it's our names in the brightest lights with burned out bulbs.
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Through this, what have we learned?
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It doesn't matter if you play with fire either way you get burned.
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Nobody Leaves Without Singing The Blues
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| This Is Hell |
