| How could we have been so blind to the effects each time?
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| Why keep watching when you know the end?
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| Why make this journey again and again?
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| We know it’s just pain and lies,
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| Let’s watch and feign surprise.
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| Afraid to admit that it’s all a facade
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| And we wind up alone in spite of what they laud.
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| I’ve been marching for so long,
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| I towed the line, so strong.
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| I kept holding until it tore me apart,
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| A hand thrust in my chest and ripped out my heart.
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| So mother, may I please submit, the notion
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| That I no longer believe in this shit?
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| Lay me on the consummation bed,
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| A fatal blow driven to the maidenhead.
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| We’re running on nothing,
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| On the fumes of our dreams.
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| At another point in my life,
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| That was good enough for me.
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| Short plume, fades fast,
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| The petals fall and crash.
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| I believe one could put it best,
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| «We spend most of life dealing with the mess».
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| The saddest joy is why I concede,
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| But bitter resolution is why I secede.
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| Sick of falling from the lowest low,
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| The higher the height, the further you go.
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| Pull myself back to bended knee,
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| Not just an emotion, it hurts physically.
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| Swans mate for life or so I’ve heard,
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| Which is fitting, because that shit’s for the birds.
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| We’re running on nothing,
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| The fumes of our dreams,
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| At another point in my life,
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| That was good enough for me.
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| They leave, it hurts,
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| If you see it coming, it’s worse.
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| Stiff upper lip as we try to carry on,
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| Let’s pretend that this is making us strong.
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| And we can only take so much
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| Before our sense of decency is finally crushed
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| And all that’s left is a dried out husk
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| With the belief that love isn’t going to save us.
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| We’re running on nothing,
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| Just the fumes of our dreams,
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| At another point in my life,
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| That was good enough for me.
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| Those better days ain’t going to come.
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| Those better days have passed us by.
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| Those better days have all run out
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| Because those better days were a lie.
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| Fall |