| Looking out the window at a world on fire
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| It’s plain to see the end is near
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| Seen all the sights
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| Tired of the lights
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| So you could let me off right here
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| This town is getting crowded
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| Truth’s been shrouded
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| I think it’s time to change up the sound
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| Yeah, the wheels keep turning
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| The flames gettin' higher
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| Another cycle goes around
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| Face in the mirror, all skin and bones
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| Bloodshot eyes and a heart of stone
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| Never again, rather be alone
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| Think I’m gonna just stay home
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| And make art, not friends
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| I love saying no to all the yes-men
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| Just to see the look on their face
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| Love how everybody knows what’s best
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| But nobody knows their place
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| Sucker ever second, stack 'em up to the sky
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| For every winner there’s a hundred that died
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| So you get yours and stay outta mine
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| Here’s to the memories, where do I sign?
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| Face in the mirror, all skin and bones
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| Bloodshot eyes and a heart of stone
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| Never again, rather be alone
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| Think I’m gonna just stay home
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| And make art, not friends
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| Oh, it’s getting hard to find a good friend
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| So close the door behind you
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| Before anymore come in
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| Nobody writes, nobody calls
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| Nobody bother 'cause I’m over it all
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| Face in the mirror, all skin and bones
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| Bloodshot eyes and a heart of stone
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| Never again, rather be alone
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| Think I’m gonna just stay home
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| And make art, not friends |