| Take a last look around
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| Take the fall that is due
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| Hey, take your time, and I’ll take mine
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| It’s the last thing that is left for us to do
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| You have tried to define romance
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| And all the things that it is not
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| Your time became some old man’s cane
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| While he dances to a song that he forgot
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| Oh you can’t throw something out there without watching it fall
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| Only thing that’s scarier than dying is not dying at all
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| So when I have lost all my control
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| God will rest my soul
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| I guess your mind can leave your heart
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| I guess that’s what you’re doing now
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| But it doesn’t make us friends, or better men
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| It is not something that love would allow
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| Oh you can’t throw something out there without watching it fall
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| Only thing that’s scarier than dying is not dying at all
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| So when I have lost all my control
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| God will rest my soul
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| And just like how I’ll drink myself through my seventh relapse
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| Like the captain of a sinking ship clutches to his maps
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| What the figure on the cross thinks with his one final gasp
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| This too shall pass
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| Oh you can’t throw something out there without watching it fall
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| Only thing that’s scarier than dying is not dying at all
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| So when I have lost all my control
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| God will rest my soul |