Every notion of sensation
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Has already left my body
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Every bone that started breaking
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Is a cause for celebration
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So now I wait for...
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I hope I can make it through these days
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These days
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Every night's a celebration
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Every night's a fucking party
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There's no reason for salvation
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This irony was all we wanted
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So now I wait for
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I hope I can make it through these days
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These days, these days
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Trying to understand as someone else
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Trying to pull myself from underground
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Trying to understand I'm someone else
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Trying to stand as my legs begin to bend
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Because everything breaks as it changes
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Everything crumbles to the sea
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Everything fails as I am fading
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Out a memory
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Out again
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Celebration
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Midtown |