We've gone to all this trouble of tearing our hair out
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Those shadows once oh so legendary have disappeared and fucking faded out
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At the foot of these graves of our fallen heroes the feeling is fraudulent
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As humiliation sets in
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When all you've idolized is dead and gone, you'll realize you've won
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When all you've built yourself up on has crashed and burned...
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We're digging graves for old memories
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And it's safe to say that I'll be home late
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And as those dreams of yours, they fizzle out
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Just remember we've already gone down in history
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If your feet never touch the ground, and you keep your head in those clouds
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You know it'll rain someday
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Surprise, surprise, this is the end
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There's nowhere to go from here
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Did you ever think the dead you'd bury wouldn't be your friends?
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Had it crossed your mind that your heroes are failures in the end?
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Surprise, surprise, this is the end.
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Hal Johnson Smokes Cigarettes
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The Flatliners |