I spent the end of the day thinking about the changing of our lives
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The kids we were set out to play the music through the songs that gave us drive
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And that was only five years ago, it was three last time we sang
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about the "dead men" and the rising of a scene we wanted so bad to help make
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I was ready, let me let go
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Until I heard a shouting from you
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Yeah, the very thing I had to
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Keep me grounded when I fell through
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When death comes for us...
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Terrible lies I had been pulling out my sides
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There were so many of me yelling, cursing, fighting, hitting anger to learn why
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I was losing all I'd worked for, I was losing all my friends,
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I was losing my own voice coughing a demon bent on break, break, breaking.
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I was ready, let me let go
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Until I heard a shouting from you
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Yeah, the very thing I had to
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Keep me grounded when I fell through
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I've had my doubts (and I had to run away home)
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They drag me down (to try to breathe again on my own)
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Built in my head (still I couldn't stand to follow)
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I'm burning them down.
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The program has a glitch that I don't want now
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I am too down to stay with sound that keeps me alive.
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(You were there to pick me back up)
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(My lungs were tired and giving up)
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With a loud shout and a heart crowd, (I know your stories will lift me up)
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we will roll the die; four, then five,
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until we drop. (You never let me drop!)
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[Vinnie Caurana:]
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I drop a 123 over the ground. It's broken.
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This is all our days ahead, this is where I found an open.
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And longer roads under here where stability isn't half as clear
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When I'm trapped alive. Here it's the rush that makes it worth it...
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This will be the death of us, my friends.
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This Will Be The Death Of Us
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Set Your Goals |