| We’re filling problems with problems, it doesn’t solve them.
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| Death never hurt the ones it left.
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| I’m sure I’m not the first to say that filling problems with problems doesn’t
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| solve them.
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| I’d never hurt the ones I left.
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| When dying comes easy.
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| We’re living in a life of shadows, you’ve called us out.
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| Black and white we hang ourselves, we’ve hung ourselves.
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| Now the echoes are secrets.
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| The echoes are secrets.
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| It hasn’t happened to me yet, but I’m just like them.
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| Hell never hurt the ones it left.
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| I’m sure I’m not the first to feel, it hasn’t happened to us yet,
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| but we’re just like them.
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| Hell never hurt the ones it left.
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| When dying comes easy.
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| We’re living in a life of shadows, you’ve called us out.
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| Black and white we hang ourselves, we’ve hung ourselves.
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| Now the echoes are secrets.
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| The echoes are secrets.
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| Now we won’t take them out.
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| Let me see it.
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| And we will find you out, find you out.
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| Perfection will always doubt.
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| Perfection will always
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| Perfection will always doubt.
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| Perfection will always
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| Perfection will always doubt.
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| We’re living in a life of shadows, you’ve called us out.
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| Black and white we hang ourselves, we’ve hung ourselves.
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| Now the echoes are secrets.
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| The echoes are secrets.
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| Now the echoes are secrets.
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| Now the echoes are secrets. |