| We breathe on borrowed time
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| We light these torches far too late
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| Inhale, exhale, repeat, repeat, repeat, repeat
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| The only things that ever seem to last are fuck you songs and epitaphs
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| So now we write new testaments on paper bags with ballpoint pens
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| I’d rather listen than write, I’d rather sit down than fight
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| When everyday is the same as the last, we’ll know our time us running out fast
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| Our lungs are working on borrowed time
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| These days we steal will be remembered as crimes
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| So inhale, (exhale), inhale, (exhale), repeat, repeat, repeat, repeat
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| When every day is the same as the last, we’ll know our time is running out fast
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| We lit these torches far too late
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| Our lungs are working on borrowed time
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| These days will be remembered as crimes
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| We light these torches far too late
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| (We lit these torches far too late)
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| Inhale, exhale, repeat, repeat, repeat, repeat
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| When everyday is the same as the last, we’ll know our time running out fast
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| Our lungs are working on borrowed time
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| We lit these torches far too late
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| And now I know there’s hell to pay |