| Am I supposed to be sorry that I left dust where my footsteps once were
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| Maybe I’m supposed to care for grand ideas never expressed
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| It took no heart, pierced through so clear
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| More verbal piss in the well of your fear
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| Here’s your apology, here’s to burning out
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| And here’s to fading away
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| F*ck you both, I just put it to the torch
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| So with those newfound ideals
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| You’ll be well on your way
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| And changing agendas is part of your game
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| Your sense of entitlement strengthens your pain
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| It shows on your twisted face
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| Wearing a drawn out shade
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| I take it all and I put it to the torch
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| I torch it all without a shred of remorse
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| Here’s your aṗology, here’s to burning out
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| And here’s to fading away
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| F*ck you both, I just put it to the torch
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| Put it to the torch
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| And let it burn!
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| Oh torch it! |