| Ashes, ashes
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| Wake me when it passes
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| You can’t hear the flashes
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| Ring around the Rosie, Rosie
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| Pocket full of codeine
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| Thought you said you know me
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| Now we return to ashes, ashes
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| Wake me when it passes
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| You can’t hear the flashes
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| Ring around the Rosie, Rosie
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| Pocket full of codeine
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| Thought you said you know me
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| Half life
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| Dead in the daylight
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| Night, night
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| Living my half life
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| Ashes, ashes
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| Cover up the grasses
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| Who can run the fastest?
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| Ring around the Rosie, Rosie
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| The sky is growing moldy
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| Tell you what it told me
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| Now we return to dust
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| And we wait for the gust
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| Gimme something to feel
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| Nah, nah, nothing for real
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| I think I saw my replacement
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| Lying down in the basement
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| Am I getting complacent?
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| Am I the joy that you haven’t destroyed?
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| Hold it close to your chest
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| Oh, but don’t you feel blessed?
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| I hope you consider
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| You’ll have nothing to give her
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| If you fall in the river
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| Half life
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| Dead in the daylight
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| Night, night
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| Living my half life
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| Playing my games, nothing to do
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| Draw me a map out of here
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| I’ll bring a flame over to you
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| I’m feeling so, so cavalier
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| Tickle on my neck, a single bead of sweat
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| The beating heat recruited takes a tour of my chest hair
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| Trickled down, an unexpected redirection
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| Ripple out a sense of centre leaves me on a bender
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| Lackadaisical and lack of ethical emotion
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| Blowing through like shell in oceans, hear them vent
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| I cop some opiates to help me cope with this
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| They cut the ropes, won’t miss an open invitation out now
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| Ashes covered pasture, Gary Ross upcoming actions
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| I’m indifferent to the shadows getting cast
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| A coup d'état removing any thought of future you has sprawled
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| All useful knowledge will be severed off, forced stop
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| Cut short, old jeans, blood spots
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| Dead by dawn in a town of yawns and poor sports
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| Where the currency’s forced smug looks and slow shrugs
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| And we’re only currently corpses without a sense of urgency to indulge in
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| Half life
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| Dead in the daylight
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| Night, night
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| Living my half life
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| Playing my games, nothing to do
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| Draw me a map out of here
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| I’ll bring a flame over to you
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| I’m feeling so, so cavalier |