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Why do we need this
Who was it that said
That great things come to great men
Well that fucker lied to us
There′s nothing here but a wasteland,

But I can still see the graves of the dead
but it′s useless
most of us would rather sit
than see this wound
that we have created
Let′s not last the night
Let′s not last the night

I′m sick and I′m tired of always being the good guy
I′m sick and I′m tired of always being the good guy

Senseless and I′m not sure why
I′m not going to pretend that I know all the answers
Of all of these questions
It′s got to be good for something

So we′ll chalk this up and we′ll mount the dead
on the fireplace above right above our guilded heads

I′m sick and I′m tired of always being the good guy
I′m sick and I′m tired of always being the good guy

Like sitting in the back seat (it′s all the rage)
and boring me with your body (it′s all the rage)
and how many times can I say I′m sorry (it′s all the rage)
and really mean it (and really mean it)
and really mean it (and really mean it)
Like sitting in the back seat (it′s all the rage)
and boring me with your body (it′s all the rage)
and how many times can I say I′m sorry (it′s all the rage)
and really mean it (and really mean it)
and really mean it (and really mean it)
and really mean it

Go

Why do we need this
Who was it that said
That great things come to great men
Well that fucker lied to us
There′s nothing here but a wasteland
There′s nothing here

@ Funeral For A Friend

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The stars will be your nightlights tonight
And I will be your lullaby

They dragged it up
And continued with the beatings
And how you bleed, oh
Yes, you could bleed forever
And it burns and leaves the rope tied tonight
It burns and leaves the rope tied

The stars will be your nightlights tonight
And I will be your lullaby

Another finger lost
What use do you have for those eyes in your head
You took and killed
Everything about me
It burns and leaves the rope tied tonight
It burns and leaves the rope tied

The stars will be your nightlights tonight
And I will be your lullaby
And the stars will be your nightlights tonight
And I will be your lullaby

So disgusted with it
You took your sweet time
So let′s get out of this town
So let′s get out of this town
So disgusted with it
And you took your sweet time
So let′s get out of this town
So let′s get out of this town
And start this day all over and over again

Just like the good old days
You wipe the stains from off your face
Just forget her and, just forget her and,

Just like the good old days
You wipe the stains from off your face
And forget her and, just forget her

Best line I heard all day
You′re too much of a good thing
Too much of a good thing

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As the sun sets on battlefields
I hope you can save me
I hope you can save our wounded hearts

And distance (creation) makes my heart (eternity) grow colder (enough for this to end)
And distance (creation) makes my heart (eternity) seem older (for you)
Just enough to cut the air from your lungs (from your lungs)

As the sun sets (we push and pull apart)
On battlefields (enough for this to end)
I hope you can save me (from ourselves)
I hope you can save us from ourselves

Denial (forever) in the arms of (we′re stuck in here) our saviours (enough for this to end)
And my heart (falls open) is torn (wide open) to pieces (for you)
Just enough to cut the air from your lungs (from your lungs)

As the sun sets (we push and pull apart)
On battlefields (enough for this to end)
I hope you can save me (from ourselves)
I hope you can save us from ourselves

And paper cuts and bloody hands
In the middle they would meet
[x2]

(As the sun sets) [x3]

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Carbon copy aftertaste
The taste of lips so delicate
Stop the click and watch the room
Sitting pretty in full bloom

Your stain on my fingers like a headache that the pills won′t kill
Your stain on my fingers like a headache that the pills won′t kill

Hold your breath this is the part
That i′ve been waiting for
Words spill out in front of you
On your bedroom floor

Your stain on my fingers like a headache that the pills won′t kill
Your stain on my fingers like a headache that the pills won′t kill

I sat beneath the burning tree
I never gave my world away (maybe I should, maybe I could)
I sat beneath the burning tree
I never gave my world away (maybe I should, maybe I could)

I never gave my world away
Maybe I should maybe I could?
I never gave my world away
Maybe I could, maybe I would?

I never gave my world away (maybe I should, maybe I could)
I sat beneath the burning tree
I never gave my world away (maybe I should, maybe I could)
I sat beneath the burning tree
The burning tree
The burning tree

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shouldering the blame
walking into frame
like a lightened silhouette
against a cotton sheet
smothering the crease

tin can in hand
waiting for god to come around
but he never comes around
he never comes around

quiet like a mouse
building up your house
just to tear it down
leaving us in pieces
do they ever fit?

tin can in hand
waiting for god to come around
but he never comes around
he never comes around

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Shot

Who shot the bullet
That killed the air tonight?
Without a thought, without a reason
Take a gun called hate
Up against your heart
And pull the trigger
Take a gun called hate
Up against your heart
And pull the trigger

It′s over, it′s only over
It′s only over when we say

The smoke and mirrors
The lies that wind your tongue
Is this oppression what we wanted or what we needed?
As we function on impatience
And our patience is wearing thin
And you live a lie that will destroy us all

It′s over, it′s only over
It′s only over when we say
It′s over, it′s only over
It′s only over when we say

Back and to the left
Back and to the left
Back and to the left
Come on and shoot motherfucker!

Yes, you like this baby?
Yes, you like this baby?
Yes, you like this baby?
You want to dance a little longer?

Shot

It′s over, it′s only over
It′s only over when we say
It′s over, it′s only over
It′s only over when we say

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Where′s the emotion?
Tuned to the sound of sincerity
Without connection
The lesson doesn′t come for free
Senseless distractions
Your spoken words are just a lie
These interactions
The desperate act of fleeting minds

Constant illuminations
With no hope of preservation
Nothing but friendly fire
Soon you will be home again

Buried expression
They are the heart of everything
Distant impressions
When there is nothing left to say
So damn lucky
To be hear at the end of the end of the day
So damn lucky
When all the streets still cal your name

Constant illuminations
With no hope of preservation
Nothing but friendly fire
Soon you will be home again

(spirit dies within)

Constant illuminations
With no hope of preservation
Nothing but friendly fire
Soon you will be home again

The spirit, the spirit, the spirit
It dies within

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The red poison of your lips
The red poison of your eyes
Is where I kissed the blood from
Just that corner of your mouth where I can see the
White of your smile

Up to my neck
When I′m breathing without you
Without you
Up to my eyes
And I′m seeing without you
Without you

We′ll start a fire
And burn some bridges
And make it out of here tonight
[x2]

We need some leverage
We can′t seem to open up
The locks are far too tight
And the chains are far too strong
Far too strong

Up to my eyes
When I′m seeing without you, without you
Up to my heart
When I′m bleeding without you, without you

We′ll start a fire
And burn some bridges
And make it out of here tonight
[x2]

Please someone help me
I′m dying here in front of you
Please someone help me
I′m dying here in front of you
With a hundred thousand lights
Timing as everything will
With a hundred thousand lights
Timing, timing is everything to me
Please someone help me
I′m dying here in front of you
Please someone help me
I′m dying here in front of you
It′s everything, it′s everything
Timing is everything, it′s everything

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Congratulations it′s a boy
Buried underneath the afterbirth of joy

Sticks and stones will always break
His bones can barely take the weight
Of your breath breathing down his neck again

Keep it to yourself
You don′t need to ask
Everything was golden
Memories will last

Kisses at bedtime never meant
A life that came to represent
Failings that she could not forget again

She could not forget
Breathing down his neck
She could not forget

The price you is never worth
The pain to suffer the abuse
Lie down and sleep
With all your ghosts again
Again, again and again

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