I used to believe
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That you and me
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Were gonna shimmer
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Like our spikes and chains,
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And that the beauty
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Of our brashness
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Spoke for itself.
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Spoke for itself.
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When staying awake meant feeling alive.
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We were so young, and so cutthroat.
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But in the end,
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Everything I thought
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Meant so much
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Didn't mean a thing.
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And I can't seem to find the words Anymore.
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Anymore.
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And I can't seem to find the words Anymore.
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Anymore.
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I used to believe
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That you and me
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Were gonna shimmer
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Like our spikes and chains,
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And that the beauty
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Of our brashness
|
Spoke for itself.
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When staying awake meant feeling alive.
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We were so young, and so cutthroat.
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And yes, I still fucking remember.
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I felt it go through me like a shock.
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And yes, I still fucking remember standing on these city streets.
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And yes, I still fucking remember.
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I felt it go through me like a shock.
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And yes, I still fucking remember standing on these city streets.
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We were gonna change the world.
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I didn't change shit.
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It didn't mean shit.
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We didn't change shit.
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We were gonna change the world.
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I ain't changing shit.
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It didn't mean shit.
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We didn't change shit.
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Some Mistakes You Never Stop Paying For
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| The Suicide File |
