| Billboards illuminate the sky, the reflections on the rain wet street looks
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| almost beautiful
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| I should get in my car and drive away, to a place less dull and sad
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| To a place much easier to forget
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| But I’ve got better things to do (like picking fights with my best friends)
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| It’s so much easier to hurt (than to take care of all these wounds)
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| I treat everyone like shit (as if getting them to hate me)
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| Would make me feel less alone (or make them somehow love me more)
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| (Joey Cape)
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| If I were to run, would you do the same?
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| Meet me in the silhouette of this dead city
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| 'cause everyone is dead to me, since I set their world on fire
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| No one here will ever trust me, everyone is such a fucking liar
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| (Red Tape Parade)
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| But I’ve got better things to do (like picking fights with my best friends)
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| It’s so much easier to hurt (than to take care of all these wounds)
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| I treat everyone like shit (as if getting them to hate me)
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| Would make me feel less alone (or make them somehow love me more)
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| I am drowning, but at least, I’m not thirsty anymore
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| And the clock counts down, without mercy or regret, this is everything I have
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| Round and round it goes (Another day, another week, my hell I shan’t on repeat)
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| Round and round it goes (Another month, another year, and it’s all downhill
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| from here)
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| Round and round it goes (Another day, another week, my hell I shan’t on repeat)
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| Round and round it goes (Another month, another year, and it’s all downhill
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| from here) |