| From my perch these mountains rise like razors
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| Against the slow weight of the night
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| These little lights burn like riot fires
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| Along the jagged walls
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| Somewhere out there, a fresh face is cutting lines
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| On a heated blade, heated blade
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| Somewhere out there she just sacrificed her life
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| Something’s wrong with me
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| For thinking something’s right with you
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| Now my thoughts float like moths
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| Over a fading flame
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| Something’s wrong with me
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| For thinking something’s right with you
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| Now I’m lost inside the smog
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| Choking on the shame
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| It tastes like suicide, a sweet death I can’t deny
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| From my perch these broken birds are calling
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| Singing their siren song
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| They mesmerize
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| I forget to fly
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| Somewhere out there I just sacrificed my life
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| Something’s wrong with me
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| For thinking something’s right with you
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| Now my thoughts float like moths
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| Over a fading flame
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| Something’s wrong with me
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| For thinking something’s right with you
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| Now I’m lost inside the smog
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| Choking on the shame
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| We roam the night like wild animals
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| We chew into passive mammals
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| In cold blood!
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| In cold blood!
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| My fingertips touch her lips
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| To quiet the sins she commits
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| In cold blood!
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| In cold blood!
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| It tastes like suicide
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| Something’s wrong with me
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| For thinking something’s right with you
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| Now my thoughts float like moths
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| Over a fading flame
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| Something’s wrong with me
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| For thinking something’s right with you
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| Now I’m lost inside the smog
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| Choking on the shame
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| A sweet death I can’t deny |