| Too much thinking can ruin you. |
| That’s the style. |
| Chaos is in.
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| Imagining your death is almost a sentimental feeling.
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| Giving a massage with a knife blade.
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| Writing a love song with a loaded gun.
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| Breaking concrete with your face…
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| Breaking concrete with your face is what dreaming disaster is like.
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| That’s… The… Style… (x2)
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| That’s the style. |
| Chaos is in. (x2)
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| (1, 2, 3, die!)
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| This is what dreaming disaster is like. |
| (x4)
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| I will watch the sky until your ghost flies high, and crashes into a shooting
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| star.
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| We’ll watch the sky, until your ghost flies high…
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| I will watch the sky until your ghost flies high, and crashes into a shooting
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| star.
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| We’ll watch the sky, we’ll watch the sky…
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| I will watch the sky until your ghost flies high,
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| (what dreaming disaster is like)
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| and crashes into a shooting star.
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| (what dreaming disaster is like)
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| We’ll watch the sky, we’ll watch the sky
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| (what dreaming disaster is like)
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| Wanting vengeance for the hurts you inflicted feels so necessary,
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| feels so necessary (x2)
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| Blood is not enough for you to redeem yourself.
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| Blood is not enough…
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| I will watch the sky until your ghost flies high,
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| and crashes into the sky, and crashes into a shooting star… |