| Dying alone would be a privilege if all my friends were like you
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| Dying would be a privilege
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| Rusted rail spikes and shards of glass give me rest; |
| poison the earth in anticipation
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| So tear the pieces from the bone like you’ve torn us apart
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| We’ve built bridges just for burning
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| So light the fires in my eyes so I can watch my own demise
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| We’ve built bridges just for burning
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| Light the fires in my eyes watch my own demise; |
| so I can rip my eyes from their
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| sockets, so I can rip my eyes, so I can rip my eyes so no flowers will grow
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| So tear the pieces from the bone like you’ve torn us apart
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| We’ve built bridges just for burning
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| So light the fires in my eyes so I can watch my own demise
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| We’ve built bridges just for burning
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| And so you carve your, your name into my, into my heart with rusted rail spikes
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| So light the fires in my eyes so I can let them watch my own demise
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| So I can leave this all behind and be left with my solitude intact
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| So tear the pieces from the bone like you’ve torn us apart
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| We’ve built bridges just for burning
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| So light the fires in my eyes so I can watch my own demise
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| We’ve built bridges just for burning |