I've got a secret.
It's on the tip of my tongue,
The sun goes down, we come out
the sun comes up,
We will never sleep, 'cause sleep is for the weak
And
Goodbye my friend
Goodbye my love
You're in my heart
It was preordained
For people like you, there is no such thing as
We stare at broken clocks, the hands don't turn anymore
The
Here I am, once again. just like a pack of
Our legs begin to break
We've walked this path for far
So cash in all your chips tonight, baby.
'Cause we're going
I guess some kids are just born with tragedy in
I thought I saw your eyes, laced in smoke and
It's 3:18, mouth tastes like the corpse of every pregnant
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