| Doomsday party is starting out
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| Silhouettes flicking in dead lights
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| Ten thousand degrees Fahrenheit
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| We burst in solid centigrade
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| Heat transfer amplified
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| Kinetic figures all around
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| Dangerous girls in overdrive
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| Blood pressure widening our eyes
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| Ecstatic, polarized
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| Watch now, the sun is fading away
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| And still the skyline is glowing in bright white
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| Let's drown in such an assembly
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| Let's yell until it all turn to black
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| (Doomsday party is starting out)
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| Testing endurance to defy the low performance
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| We deny all body failure, aiming high
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| Our breath intensified
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| And this is how we realize the tragic price of wasting time
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| It doesn't make sense if we die
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| And we'll know in the end if we truly lived
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| And this is how we realize the tragic price of wasting time
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| It doesn't make sense if we die
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| And we'll know in the end if we truly lived
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| We stop all motion for a while and bleed just to feel alive
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| Like a wave submerging us, we fall and shiver
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| The welkin starts to ignite
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| And we know it won't last forever, it's nothing but a lie
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| A frail substitute for joy
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| Still, we want to define the line where life and death unite
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| Where night and day intertwine
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| We love and hate on fast forward
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| The momentum is getting wrong
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| Adrenaline is gasoline
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| The taste of dust is getting strong
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| Watch now, the sun is fa ding away
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| And still the skyline is glowing in bright white
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| Let's drown in such an assembly
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| Let's yell until it all turn to black
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| (Doomsday party is starting out)
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| And this is how we realize the tragic price of wasting time
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| It doesn't make sense if we die
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| And we'll know in the end if we truly lived
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| And this is how we realize the tragic price of wasting time
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| It doesn't make sense if we die
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| And we'll know in the end if we truly live |