| Three, two, one, Go
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| Let it fucking burn
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| It’s not too late to walk away from the ledge
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| And face another day without a tragedy
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| What you are driving towards will lead to your demise
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| You are loosing yourself by holding on to a vice
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| I’m watching you die but my hands are fully tied
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| But how could I make you see trough my eyes
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| If I could make you see trough my eyes,
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| There’s something in us I have always despised
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| If only I could see all your lies
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| There’s something inside us that’s prone to demise
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| Hurting the ones you should not hurt at all
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| By turning into what you said you’d never become
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| If I could make you see trough my bleeding eyes
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| You could see all your lies ruining everything
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| With back against the wall, blindfolded and scoffed
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| We’re forced to forget what we seem to have lost
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| Now do you feel your days are done?
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| How would you be remembered?
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| By what you set out to be or defeated by this disease
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| But if you choose the right means to carry out and pursue
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| A plan to create and build new beginning
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| You could still save what’s left of you |