| White knuckle grip on the world, and we’re not letting go.
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| Never living outside of the moment, we’re young and out of control.
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| We cut the strings and set ourselves free. |
| We are a dying breed.
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| In debt to death, we live, and whether seconds or years we all pay,
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| we’ll pay in the end.
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| So we live at the edge just to see how close we can get, so when we’re put in
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| the ground we’ll have no regrets.
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| We stand above the soil, because we’re not finished yet.
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| Like the flame of a candle we live on borrowed time, so we burn quick and burn
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| bright.
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| Youth is a commodity that you can’t take to your grave. |
| If you don’t spend it
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| all then it’s taken away.
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| We cut the strings and set ourselves free. |
| We are who we want to be.
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| In debt to death, we live, and whether seconds or years we all pay,
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| we’ll pay in the end.
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| So we live at the edge just to see how close we can get, so when we’re put in
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| the ground we’ll have no regrets.
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| We stand above the soil, because we’re not finished yet.
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| No one looks back in time, when they’re frail and thin, on how quiet their life
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| was and how safe they’d been.
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| Cut the strings and set yourself free.
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| In debt to death, we live, and whether seconds or years we all pay,
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| we’ll pay in the end.
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| So we live at the edge just to see how close we can get, so when we’re put in
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| the ground we’ll have no regrets. |