Don't even take a breath
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The air is cut with cyanide
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In honor of the New Year
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The press gives us cause to celebrate
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The air raid sirens
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Flood barbed wire skylines
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With artificial night,
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As we sleep to burn the red
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From our bloodless eyes.
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Tonight we're all time bombs on fault lines
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Have we lost everything now?
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Walking like each other's ghosts
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Around these silent streets
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The sedatives tell you everything is alright
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Like calendars dying
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At New Year's Eve parties
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As we kiss hard on the lips
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And swear this year
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Will be better then the last
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Jet Black - the ink that spells your name
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Jet Black - The blood that's in your veins
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Jet Black
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We say, "How long can we take this chance not to celebrate?"
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There's music playing
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Though we dance to the beat
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Of our own black hearts
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And draw diagrams
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Of suicide on each other's wrists
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Then trace them with razorblades
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Fire to flames
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"Strike Match."
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Burn these words from our lips
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As 'The Dagger' screams
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"Love is dead"
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and it's a "newspaper tragedy,"
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Have we lost what we love?
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Have we said everything?
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Does it change anything?
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Stare at the clock
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Avoid at all costs,
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This emptiness.
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Have we lost everything now?
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Walking like each other's ghosts
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Around these silent streets
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the sedatives tell you everything is alright
|
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Like calendars dying
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at New Year's Eve parties
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As we kiss hard on the lips
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and swear this year
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will be better then the last
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Have we lost everything now?
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Walking like each other's ghosts
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Around these silent streets
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The sedatives tell you everything is alright
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Like calendars dying
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at New Year's Eve parties
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So we kiss hard on the lips
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and we swear that this yeara¢æ| this year
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Ten seconds left until midnight
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nine chances to drown ourselves in black hair dye
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eight faces turned away from the shock
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seven windows and
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six of them were locked
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five stories falling
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forever and ever
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three cheers to the mirror
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now there are two of us
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can we have one last dance?
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Jet Black - the ink that spells your name
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Jet Black - The blood that's in your veins
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Jet Black
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We say, "How long can we take this chance not to celebrate?"
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[x2]
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LIFE
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Jet Black New Year
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