| Your face was smiling as it hit the ground
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| We’re running out of time has always been breathing down our necks
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| So tonight we leave this town behind
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| A heart that slowly dies and a pair of blackened eyes
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| Have seen it all and killed some time
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| I regret to inform you all of my discontent
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| With the way in which things were sorted out
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| And my brittle hands can’t wrap around the way it could’ve been
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| A way to justify the means of our mistakes is to pull the trigger
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| Bleed. |
| So slow is the world as the pendulum swings
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| I’ve heard it all before. |
| It makes my ears bleed
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| Our wasted lives just sit here with a drink
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| And once it hits your lips it tastes so sweet
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| We could sit in dark basements and let our conversation
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| Drown out the sound on the movie screen
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| We could walk for and miles and never say a thing
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| You know a ghost can still f*cking see everything
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| And the guilt is killing me. |
| I can hardly breathe
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| The day you can hold these ruins in your hands
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| Is the day the devils stands, tips you his hat, and all the angles cry
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| As devastating as it may be, I walk these golden halls for living my heart
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| For living my heart. |
| Yeah, you’ll never know
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| Your face was smiling when as it hit the ground
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| We’re running out of time was always breathing down our necks |