Im not shit Im champagne
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Lets all go home, kill ourselves in our radios
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Wheres my head?
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This isnt mine.
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Nobody loves a thing, Everyones fucking crazy.
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In control, its not my fault
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Theyll be sorry once i skin them.
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Scared to life, a painless death
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Make sure she knows I love her right before she floats away
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I cant here you, screams too loud.
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All my ideas become perfect little blind-spots.
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Fold me in, tucked away.
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Im starting to think I never learn what I need to learn
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All things pass.
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We bruise skin.
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Holding on to things we shouldnt be allowed to keep.
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Make them proud.
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Dredged in guilt.
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Call me when the miracle reduces to coincidence.
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My casted wings are almost nubs now
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I cant feel thing just like you promised
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I was always bad at being good
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I was always bad at being good
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I was aways bad...
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Theres no hell harsher than a memory
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Theres no home more hell than an empty nest
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Winter takes the warm away
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spring takes the cold away
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summer takes the rain away
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and fall took away my friend
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i believe theres never a place better than right where you are
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although imagining an after life can tend to mend a broken heart over someone dead
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its a way of coping with loss
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but i dont need you out there if i have you in my thoughts
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I dont envy anyone in a position where theyre forced to choose
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To pull the plug or not
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I cant tell if this is for me or you
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I mean I know your sick, tired and confused
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But sometimes letting the tired go to sleep is the best thing to do
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I will hold your head while the doctor sticks the needle in
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Ill always remeber our companionship and what it meant
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and on Sunday, October the fifth
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You took your last breath
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And you will be missed
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My casted wings are almost nubs now
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Hay Fever
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| Eyedea |
