Pressing on about our business
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Comfort is getting too expensive
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Hot shots for the pigeons with a death sentence
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You're something like a pistol thats been polished bright
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But if it never leaves the holster it can never save your life
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I need a meaning I can get behind,
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a better message to subscribe to
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To be alone is to be alive
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Set sun I'm an hour older,
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mile markers punctuate the shoulder
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Harboring delusions of grandeur
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You're something like a canvas thats been stretched and primed
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You could become something priceless or you could be a waste of time
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[Chorus]
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This is the best time to be alive
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(To be alone is to be alive)
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this is where complaining gets you
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(To be alone is to be alive)
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We're living much too,
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We're living much too comfortably for me
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Keep drifting, keep drifting aimless
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Stay with me
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(Stay with me)
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and we'll stay busy on endless trips
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to anywhere to end up where we'll be
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[Chorus]
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Delusions Of Grandeur
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| From Autumn To Ashes |
