Whatever you do in life will be insignificant
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But it¡¯s very important that you do it, cause
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Nobody else will
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Can¡¯t take back the cards you dealt on this long and lonely road to hell
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The throne must be such a sad and lonely place
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Living breathing flesh and blood, sweat and tears swept under the rug
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I¡¯m just a number to you, just ones and twos
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The power keeps you feeling high but how low
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Do you sink into your bed at night
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(Anchored down with guilt)
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Do you toss and turn from all the bridges you¡¯ve burned
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Or are you proud of all, the hatred you¡¯ve earned
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A conscience buried deep beneath, a heart stuck in a skeleton of greed
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And eyes that can¡¯t see that happiness is so far out of reach
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The power keeps you feeling high but how low
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Do you sink into your bed at night
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(Anchored down with guilt)
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Do you toss and turn from all the bridges you¡¯ve burned
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Or are you proud of all, the hatred you¡¯ve earned
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You can only get so far
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With no one by your side
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A dark storm lies ahead
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(Lies ahead)
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Can¡¯t take back the cards you dealt on this long and lonely road to hell
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The throne must be such a sad and lonely place
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The power keeps you feeling high but how low
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Do you sink into your bed at night
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(Anchored down with guilt)
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Do you toss and turn from all the bridges you¡¯ve burned
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Or are you proud of all, the hatred you¡¯ve earned
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Dark Storms
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| Our Last Night |
