Burnt Cigarettes
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Old broken Lamp
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That velvet dress
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Your last high-school dance
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In from the cold
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Out from the night
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She told the world
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how she wants to die
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There is nothing
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To call your own
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(HEY)
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So let them listen
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(HEY)
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So let them gather round
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We have all been bitten
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Branded pound for pound
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Your useless case
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My broken bell
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Your painting up that old wishing well
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There was no truth
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To set you free
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nothing amazing, a false prophecy
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There is nothing
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To call your own
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(HEY)
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So let them listen
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(HEY)
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So let them gather round
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We have all been bitten
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Branded pound for pound
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It's an empty highway
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And we've traveled very long
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There is nowhere to go
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Now we're on our own
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Branded
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Branded
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Branded
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Branded
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It's an empty highway
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and we've traveled very long
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There is nowhere to go
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Now we're on our own
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|
(HEY)
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So let them listen
|
(HEY)
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So let them gather round
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We have all been bitten
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Branded pound for pound
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|
It's an empty highway
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and we've traveled very long
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There is nowhere to go
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Now we're on our own
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Branded
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Branded
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Branded
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Branded
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Branded
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