| The pressure is mounting,
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| I’m ready and countin'
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| There’s something I’ve got to be
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| I’m fearless, I’m feeling
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| Scared senseless, who needs this,
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| Still something I’ve got to be There is no going back, this is what we know
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| We come to entertain, asking you to follow
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| Be born to self-destruct, here it comes again
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| A desire to go down in flames
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| My heart’s racing, my legs shakin',
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| Is more drama in the making
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| I had a feeling this day would come
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| So are we really good or just delirious,
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| But if you stop us now it could get serious
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| I’m sorry, mama, for what I’ve become
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| There is no going back, this is what we know
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| We come to entertain, asking you to follow
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| Be born to self-destruct, here it comes again
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| A desire to go down in flames
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| You can turn it off, but it never stops,
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| Madness or not, I risk everything I’ve got
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| And if I’ve got to do it all over again
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| I’d still believe in these friends
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| And the mess they get me in There is no going back, this is what we know
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| We come to entertain, asking you to follow
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| Be born to self-destruct, here it comes again
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| A desire to go down in flames
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| Flames… Flames… |