| These visions in your vapor make you more and less
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| Keeping chaos is a chore today
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| But that murder in your sorrow bellows smoke and death
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| I wonder what the neighbors, shhh, will think of to say?
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| Thunderstorms — banging on my windows
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| Chloroform — sticking to my face and head
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| Careful now — a symbol is a promise
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| Going down — going down in flames before the crash
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| We get you home
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| It’s nothing serious
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| It’s just the space between the sword and stone
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| Only the ones left over
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| Will ever get it right
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| We all know (know)
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| We know the riddle but the answer is mine
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| 'Cause only the ones left over
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| Will ever get it right
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| We all know (know)
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| We know the future is another Friday Knight
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| Exquisite in absentia and divine inside
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| Can your differences come out to play?
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| And when did all your heroes take the goddamn blame?
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| When did all the villains catch all the breaks?
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| Thunderstorms — banging on my windows
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| Chloroform — sticking to my face and head
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| Careful now — a symbol is a promise
|
| Going down — going down in flames again
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| Only the ones left over
|
| Will ever get it right
|
| We all know (know)
|
| We know the riddle but the answer is mine
|
| 'Cause only the ones left over
|
| Will ever get it right
|
| We all know (know)
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| We know the future is another Friday Knight
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| Yeah!
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| Soft quotation never sounds as real
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| Confrontation always makes you feel before the crash
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| We get you home
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| It’s nothing serious
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| It’s just the space between the sword and stone
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| Oh, only the ones left over
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| Will ever get it right
|
| We all know (know)
|
| We know the riddle but the answer is mine
|
| 'Cause only the ones left over
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| Will ever get it right
|
| We all know (know)
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| We know the future is another Friday Knight |