| Wait!
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| The passion is ending
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| Lets fall together and it will fall apart
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| And now the dead-end to finding the ropes round our necks
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| So how far can we stretch the fighting
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| Face made of death on our graves
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| So trace the failings of kills for thrills
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| Less estimation, the passion filled, the desperate, the wasting away
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| To hide to die, built to fill, but not to break
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| So climb the steps of the deadlines
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| They came together and the’ll come apart
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| Like smiles, backwards for beatings, these days end tonight
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| The nights into days, were grazing
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| The fields of dead memories that should be
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| So trace the failings of kills for thrills
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| Less estimation, the passion filled, the desperate, the wasting away
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| To hide to die, built to fill, but not to break
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| I think ive lost my mind tonight
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| So i think ill blow your mind, this time
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| The passion filled, the desperate, the wasting away
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| To hide to die, built to fill, but not to break |