The smoke is filling the hallway
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and lungs are beginning to burn
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but there will be better days
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When all you've lost is everything
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and nothing means everything to you
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I hope you pull through
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Save me will you save me from this
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we'll be outside having fun alone
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and no where The message we create
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and your answers they always come to late
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we're hoping for the best
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your optimism is fading
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and it looks like there's no where to turn to
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just remember
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Hey, Get A Load Of That Stained Glass Window
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| The Transit War |
