If we're all gonna wind up dead
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Maybe I should cut my loses; quit while I'm ahead
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But you won't let me go. You insist I see the good in me, even when you don't
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Set sail right off a cliff
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With no regard to how you carry on if I were to be gone
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If, if if, we're all gonna turn to dust
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Make sure I'm mixed in with you and I won't put up a fuss since it's all just in my head.
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A friend of me, a little hopeless drawn, erase everything I said
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Set sail right off a cliff
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With no regard to how you carry on if I were to be gone
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Set sail fright off a cliff
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With no regard to how you carry on if I were to be gone
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Rusty joints don't fail me now
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Keep me afloat while the dam overflows
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One track mind don't turn on me
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Conviction so stale, every night I derail
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(If we're all gonna turn to dust. If we're all gonna turn to dust.)
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Set sail right off a cliff
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With no regard to how you carry on if I were to be gone
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Set sail right off a cliff
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With no regard to how you carry on if I were to be gone
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Set sail right off a cliff
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With no regard to how you carry on if I were to be gone
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Off A Cliff
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Spill Canvas |