| Thrown into the wind of the drawn out last breath
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| We don’t waste, we charge straight into death
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| With the risk of never taking it to the end
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| So proffer something new, I’m willing to learn
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| Never allow yourself to forget to burn
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| Against and through the darkness
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| We’d steal, but not to break common trade
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| But for desire to create
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| To give back what we took in
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| And watch it bloom from the beginning again
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| I’ve never liked my voice anyways
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| And rock 'n' roll needs tragedy
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| So if these bones collide well at least we tried
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| And besides, I could do with some daylight
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| Christ we’re dangled in the sights of nihilist ways
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| Exhausted from sleeping for days
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| The body gives up but the mind remains, it all relates
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| So proffer something new, I’m willing to burn
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| Never allow yourself to forget to run
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| Against and through the darkness
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| And I’m looking at my artificial desire
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| Guaranteed misery and a heart on fire
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| But down the bittersweet sensibility
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| And see what is left for you and me |