| I can taste the mercury in the water
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| A bitter blessing bestowed
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| We have less hope than holding candles to the wind
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| And more pride than common men
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| With an arsenal of faith and theories never proven
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| We’ll be gone before morning comes
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| But I’ll take comfort that justice has been served
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| We got exactly what we deserved
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| The stakes are high
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| When you say goodbye I’ll say goodnight
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| I’m not fond of common endings
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| Reprieve, we’ll be baptized in puddles of water and blood
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| We’ll betray our fathers for the way of the gun
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| So let’s start the countdown
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| I have been patient, you have been nothing but trouble (but trouble dear)
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| Scribbled on paper with traces of thought being oh, so clear
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| Wide awake for the first time in days
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| Transcending illusions of passion and hate
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| Lucid and beautifully staged
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| Bow before the empty throne that’s before you
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| Protect those children and strive
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| To be the leader of an un-armed militia
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| That’s blessed but mute, deaf, and blind
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| Another year, we’ll be immune to the poisons
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| And we can proclaim our lives
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| But falling short is inevitably written
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| So sit back and die more inside
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| Three can keep a secret if two are dead
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| So let’s start the countdown
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| I have been patient, you have been nothing but trouble (but trouble dear)
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| Scribbled on paper with traces of thought being oh, so clear
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| Wide awake for the first time in days
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| Transcending illusions of passion and hate
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| Lucid and beautifully staged
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| I’ve lost so many battles inside my head
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| I’m afraid I’m gonna lose the war
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| And I’m starting to take comfort hanging a white flag
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| Than trying to endure anymore
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| I haven’t slept in so many days, that my body, my body aches
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| I’m thinking about joining the rest of my friends
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| Because eternal sleep seems to be the latest trend
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| We’re playing life like a sport
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| These battles are trying, and our time in life is short
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| No signs of vitals, and I can’t take anymore
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| I’m standing my ground, and I will still speak of love
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| Even when I know, it has lost its meaning
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| So let’s start the countdown
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| I have been patient, you have been nothing but trouble (but trouble dear)
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| Scribbled on paper with traces of thought being oh, so clear
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| Wide awake for the first time in days
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| Transcending illusions of passion and hate
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| Lucid and beautifully staged |