In case of emergency
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Break glass and pull us out
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This is the last time I'll let
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Your parade rain through my clouds
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They say "Sell and implode for all we care"
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I watch the rotting from a distance
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And then talk about it like I was there
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We don¡¯t share even the slightest hint of light
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We fight to find when it went wrong
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And die before we finally get it right
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Forgive me if I¡¯m way more bored than I am brave
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Maybe it¡¯s you and not me
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Either way walk away I¡¯m ok
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Still looks the same with the discouraged face
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Made from scrape and the misplaced anger
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I accidentally embraced
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Its dysfunction it¡¯s implied by its blood thirst
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wanna take it all apart just to rebuild it and make it worse
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You're going crazy? Well, I¡¯m happy your leaving
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You want to sing yourself to sleep
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But you¡¯re too dead to realize that you¡¯re screaming
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Even if in God we bend and in trust we cheat
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I¡¯m everyday people normal
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And I¡¯m glad to be
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Load me up, fall in love
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We are America¡¯s favorite choice of drug
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It¡¯s all in your hands so kill us while we¡¯re young
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You don¡¯t need to push me I¡¯m ready to jump
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Break me down, wake me up
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We are America¡¯s favorite choice of drug
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It¡¯s all in your hands so kill us while we¡¯re young
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And don¡¯t fucking push me I¡¯m ready to jump
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Grief. Mi casa, su casa
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Anything you say can and will be held hostage
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I watch the mellow craze dance it's way inside
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The universe is black and I¡¯m a lighter shade of blind
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Everyone¡¯s tugging and pulling in different directions
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Why can¡¯t I see anything anymore, anyway?
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Medicine. Methadone. Media coverage
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Something has broken my t.v.
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It keeps telling me I need to be worshiped
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And followed to fill this void
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I don't know who I am. Paranoid.
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Bury me somewhere with less perfect
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lighting please.
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I want to suck out all of your junk and
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Kiss it back into the parts of your heart that you keep locked up
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When you awaken I hope I¡¯m the first person you call
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I¡¯ll listen like a pistol
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It¡¯ll be worse than talking to a wall
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Having everything¡¯s having nothing at all
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I watched you climb your way to the top and
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I¡¯ll still be here when you fall
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There¡¯s no fulfillment in a lazy nation
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That keeps feeding our infatuation
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With the idea of being famous
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Load me up, fall in love
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We are America¡¯s favorite choice of drug
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It¡¯s all in your hands so kill us while we¡¯re young
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You don¡¯t need to push me I¡¯m ready to jump
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Break me down, wake me up
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We are America¡¯s favorite choice of drug
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It¡¯s all in your hands so kill us while we¡¯re young
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And don¡¯t fucking push me I¡¯m ready to jump
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Junk
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Eyedea |