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Seven ways to break apart from me  A paper bag is not good enough for this breath  Shore to shore we're the safest bet, aren't we?  What's the point of growing up when we can't?  These streets don't speak to you and me  I'm burning out on weekend scenes  These streets don't speak to you and me  Burning out on weekends...  Little words and forget-me-nots on me  I'm just a waste of common sense and ideals  Coast to coast we're the safest best, aren't we?  Growing up while burning down without dreams  I'm allright  This last time  Without you  I'm allright  Without you  With all your friends  They'll never stand a chance  Now they're dead  With all your friends  They'll never stand a chance  For one last dance  For one last dance...

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If there's a reason we live, I think I've found a thread of what it is. You know the thrill of the chase will grow an inverted frown on your face. I bought a plastic excuse, it was so cheap but it was easy to use. I carved a notch in the paint, once it was deep but now its lost in the fray. I would have cut my hands right off if I thought that that could make it stop. I would have turned this robot on if I thought he had the legs to run.

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I see it; I just haven't got a name for it. But if I know you, you will collapse under the weight of this. I am not your friend; just someone who listens. I hear you, I really try to make it count. But if I needed you to help me, I know you wouldn't be around, so now...

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I used to be a bad kid, used to be bad news. I used to get my kicks, used to get in my moods. We used to get thrown out, we used to fuck around. Six drinks in the hole, and im still drinking now. But I'm ok this way, even though it fades, it took me 24 years to say. Sometimes I think you're the only good thing I've got. Steady at the reins you're the hero I know I'm not. And I've heard that diamonds are made under pressure and over time. And I've heard the fine words you say, learned my lessons and drawn the line.

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We set it off, and we let it run, waiting for the rain to come. And we're ready for the setting sun, wait for the chains to come undone. If help doesn't come, then it's all on us, to stack the bricks and paint the rust. This leap of faith, that I'm about to make; this saving grace, it went up in flames. If god is gone, and logic's on, we are the only ones. And we're so far from what we gave up, only to leave the ones we love. Rehearse the lines in your mind little white lies, promise that you're going to do it better next time. These are the reasons I, am in this state of decline. Can't just leave open doors, they itch like open sores. There must be so much more. Without the moments that we shine, we might as well be chalk outlines. Think it's time for us to realise, we could be happy all the time.