| Feel the weight in my age, should I drink the wheels right here
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| When the rage has all lifted, I’ll still use hate to block my fears
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| I see blue, I’ve left oceans, I’ve left family
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| No devotion, mixed up feelings 'bout existing
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| Mostly anxious, of course broke, guess I’m angry
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| Trying not to find a burner, destruct naturally
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| Guess it’s like that, curse on my back
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| Only see black in my memories
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| Guess it’s like that, curse on my back
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| Only see black in my memories
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| I found religion in places it shouldn’t be
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| And I found beauty in faces I shouldn’t see
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| Found myself clinging to people I didn’t need
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| Found out I’d only be happy in my dreams
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| Look at the stars, watching them die
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| Special perspective of my life
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| Smoke in the sky at midnight
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| Drifting out like high tide
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| Wondering when’s the highlight of my lowlife
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| When someone dies, I get tongue tied
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| Because my mind just holds on tight
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| To the thought that every night
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| Might be my last, wasn’t built to last
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| And the years go slow but the days go fast
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| And I can’t move past the simple fact
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| That the end won’t wait, even if you pray
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| Even if you cry, even if you beg
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| We are all the same, in the way we hate
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| The way we love, at the end of the day
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| We’re all the… same |