| Tell me that I’m hopeless
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| Tell me I’m a lost and wayward son
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| Tell me that I’m callous
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| Tell me that our life is too forgone
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| So take a breath and brace yourself
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| Tell me I’m a lost soul
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| Tell me I have one foot in the grave
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| Tell me that I’m shallow
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| Tell me it’s enough to keep you awake
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| So take a breath and brace yourself
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| 'Cause tonight this could be
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| The last chance before we die
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| Can we rise again from the ashes?
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| In this final moment
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| Is the fire still alive tonight?
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| Tell me that I’m faded
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| Tell me that to you I’m already dead
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| Tell me that I’m crazy
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| For thinking that we’d ever be the same again
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| Tell me that you hate me
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| It wouldn’t be the worst thing you ever said
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| But don’t tell me that it’s over
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| Don’t tell me that it’s over
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| 'Cause tonight this could be
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| The last chance before we die
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| Can we rise again from the ashes?
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| In this final moment
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| Is the fire still alive tonight?
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| We are not the same
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| We are not the same
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| This life won’t last forever
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| We are not the same
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| We are not the same
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| Why can’t we just remember?
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| Scars remind what burned inside, oh
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| 'Cause tonight this could be
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| The last chance before we die
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| Can we rise again from the ashes?
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| In this final moment
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| Is the fire still alive tonight? |