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I guess the barstaff see this every night |
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They're turning tables putting candles out, careless and tired |
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And all dramas are unstarted |
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Came for the money |
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Stayed for the community |
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And now the funds are tight and now we chose our sides. we make the same mistakes our friends might |
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We're floating streamers down down off balconies, |
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Scattered arcs across the city makes a new body cold. |
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How you dont stop believing in the band |
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Because the band stopped believing in the band. |
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Careless hands and one night stands, where everything stands we were made of plans |
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Backdrops set to falling stars does not describe what you are and god knows what you think of us |
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I'm losing ground to future ghosts, i know that we're good and i know that i'm close but god knows what you think of us. |
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Now we sleep crooked if we sleep at all we squeeze our bodies into spaces when the spaces are full |
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Yr blisters from our shattered arcs across the city, make a new body |
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Now the pressures on and i still sleep alone |
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We barely notice when our friends are gone |
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We're lighting cigarettes to pass the time |
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Coward dazed by the money, trapped by community |
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Last hit for sure, once was enough |
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Oh careless hands we were made of plans |
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Fake reports of faulty heart does not describe what you were and god knows what you'd think of us |
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Once was enough. |
