| I stare at you, waiting for these damn bombs to fall
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| We’re waste with love, like our parents did years before
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| You look strange to me, glowing with our life’s certain end
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| We’re silent now, save the warning of the radio
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| They know, we know
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| We’re not kidding anyone except ourselves
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| Stop this world for 5 minutes
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| What kind of chances do we give ourselves?
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| So strike a pose where you want your damn ashes to fall
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| Like common dust, the choice our final choice
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| I smile at you, how I waste such mundane words
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| I’ll tell you now, I’ve been waiting for bombs too long
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| They know, we know
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| We’re not kidding anyone except ourselves
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| Stop this world for 5 minutes
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| What kind of chances do we give ourselves?
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| Skin, skin and bones is all that’s left
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| Of me and you, just two damaged fools
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| Dust, dust we return my friend
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| Me and you, just two damaged fools
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| Place your head on my own
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| They know, we know
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| We’re not kidding anyone except ourselves
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| Stop this world for 5 minutes
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| What kind of chances do we give ourselves? |