Gone are the days of evasion
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existence is how you create it
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what ever compels you to keep on fucking
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embrace it so long as the missing piece of the puzzle
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split down the middle
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we had better
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prepare ourselves for perpetual winter
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why do we do this to ourselves continuous
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escape a living hell like those other lovers hidden under the covers
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it¡¯s so empty in the arms of another
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see what you¡¯ve done
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you¡¯re irresistible with your sordid stories the morbid glory of it all
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remember when times were worth celebrating
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pour the wine for the fallen friends and foes singing in unison
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my hell is a blank piece of paper
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staring back at me
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my hell is wasted potential haunting me
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This Will Outlive Us
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Darkest Hour |