| Sunset clause to the end
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| With a written undertaking to kill all your friends
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| Fever pitch synthesis, a smattering of sex as a weapon and trivial arguments
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| So we dance in the fire at the end of the world with only eyes for each other,
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| lovesick boys and girls, all depressed and alone with serotonin syndrome and
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| on and on and on it goes
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| Floodwater clearing on the backroads while the heavy rain
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| Drowns the porch of broken homes
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| W’re all just ghosts and bones
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| All that glitters isn’t gold
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| I guss we’ll have to go this one alone
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| And on and on it goes
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| Saw the forest from the trees
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| Brought us to our fucking knees
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| Swallow signal smoke and I hope you choke
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| The arsonist in you and me
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| Blood pact, callous act, silver platter sucker punch knife in the back,
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| tall tales of a curious cat, Nine lives, didn’t learn the eighth time,
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| better sit back and wait for the heart attack
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| Floodwater clearing on the backroads while the heavy rain
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| Drowns the porch of broken homes
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| We’re all just ghosts and bones
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| All that glitters isn’t gold
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| I guess we’ll have to go this one alone
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| I want to watch the world burn
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| I want to, I wanna' watch the world, burn down now
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| I wanna' watch the world burn
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| I want to, I wanna' watch the world, burn down now
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| I wanna' watch the world burn
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| I want to, I wanna' watch the world, burn down now
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| Sick, sad, Schadenfreude complex, man, I don’t want to hear it, I’d rather be
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| relaxing, I want to watch the world burn
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| A zeitgeist collapsing, hive mind relapsing, man, pour me a daiquiri,
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| I want to watch the world burn down
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| We’re all just ghosts and bones, all that glitters isn’t gold
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| We’re pitiful, always glass half-full, and that makes the cycle go
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| We’re all just ghosts and bones, all that glitters isn’t gold
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| We’re pitiful, always glass half-full, and that makes the cycle go
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| We’re all just ghosts and bones, all that glitters isn’t gold
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| We’re pitiful, always glass half-full, and that makes the cycle go
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| We’re all just ghosts and bones, all that glitters isn’t gold
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| Said the grass is always greener on the other side but you were colour-blind,
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| now reap what you sow
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| We’re all just ghosts and bones, all that glitters isn’t gold
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| Said the grass is always greener on the other side, but they fucking lied,
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| now reap what you sow
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| Reap what you sow |