A sudden gasp for air,
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one false move,
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a blank stare is waiting for you,
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try to piece it together but you haven't a clue,
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a blank stare is waiting for you,
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it sends an impulse out,
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desperately searching,
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feeding off remains of it all,
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another burning bridge,
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another casualty paid in full,
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just let it crumble down,
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and put to memory,
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remains of the wasted years,
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it wouldn't be the first time,
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it's all come crashing down,
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the awful truth is finally out,
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it's even worse than you thought,
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feeding off remains of wasted years.
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The Last Dance Massacre
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| Darkest Hour |
