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send a heartbeat to the void that cries through you
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relive the pictures that have come to pass
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for now we stand alone
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the world is lost and blown
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and we are flesh and blood disintigrate
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with no more to hate
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is it bright where you are?
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and have the people changed?
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does it make you happy you're so strange?
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and in your darkest hour, i hold secrets flame
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we can watch the world devoured in its pain
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delivered from the blast
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the last of a line of lasts
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the pale princess of a palace cracked
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and now the kingdom comes
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crashing down undone
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and i am a master of a nothing place
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of recoil and grace
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is it bright where you are?
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and have the people changed?
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does it make you happy you're so strange?
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and in your darkest hour, i hold secrets flame
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we can watch the world devoured in its pain
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time has stopped before us
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the sky cannot ignore us
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no one can separate us
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for we are all that is left
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the echo bounces off me
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the shadow lost beside me
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there's no more need to pretend
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cause now i can begin again
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is it bright where you are?
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and have the people changed?
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does it make you happy you're so strange?
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and in your darkest hour, i hold secrets flame
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we can watch the world devoured in its pain
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strange
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The Beginning is the End is the Beginning
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The smashing pumpkins |