| Who drew first, when they’re gone, still working on perfect nothing to do,
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| except run your mouth, hold that tongue before it’s ripped from your throat
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| How about looking in the mirror, before stating opinions a well placed knife to
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| the back although he’s not around. |
| (2x)
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| Proud to be the center of your conversations, get a fucking life
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| Saddest still how we become the topic, stay in small spaces with unopened minds
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| Steady, we’re still growing, this must be how you want your name thrown about
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| Keep it to yourself; |
| gossiping about fiction is pathetic
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| You’re a fairytale not even close to the facts even more difficult to read
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| You still don’t know the truth, how I can’t put my heart in this
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| Destroy the world. |
| (2x)
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| Let’s gamble our debts horrible events are inevitable, half way to the top why
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| quit
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| You’re a fairytale not even close to the facts even more difficult to read
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| You still don’t know the truth, how I can’t put my heart in this
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| Keep it to yourself, not understanding me, still underestimating me |