Just know we are a spec in time
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So follow your bliss and destroy your beauty.
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I'll lock myself alone in a room.
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Drink until the clock strikes noon
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With just a pen, a pill, and some paper.
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And maybe I will write a sad song
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Or another cliche poem
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Of the person that I long to be.
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I wanna die like Jim Morrison
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A fucking rockstar.
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I wanna die like God, on the cover of time.
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Just a blink and it's gone.
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So baby pour some fame in my glass.
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So kill the forest, and destroy your beauty.
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I'll lock myself alone in a room.
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Drink until the clock strikes noon
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With just a pen, a pill, and some paper.
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And maybe I will write a sad song
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Or another cliche poem
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Of the person that I long to be.
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(Colors blind)
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The eyes.
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(Sounds deafen)
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The ear.
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(Flavors numb)
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The taste.
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(Thoughts weaken)
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The mind.
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I'll attack someone with a switchblade knife
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So that I can see their pain.
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I choose to be a serial killer
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'Cause the victims don't get any fame.
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I'll lock myself alone in a room
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Drink until the clock strikes noon
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With just a pen, a pill, and some paper.
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And maybe I will write a sad song
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Or another cliche poem
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Of the person that I long to be.
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Just know...
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(I'll lock myself alone in a room
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Drink until the clock strikes noon)
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(I wanna die like Jim Morrison
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A fucking rockstar.)
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We are...
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(With just a pen, a pill, and some paper)
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(I wanna die like God, on the cover of time.)
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A spec...
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(And maybe I will write a sad song or another cliche poem -
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(Just a blink and it's gone.)
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In time...
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- of the person that I long to be.)
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(So baby pour some fame in my glass.)
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The Irony Of Dying On Your Birthday
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| Senses Fail |
