Haven't I heard this before? Your moves are straight out
Fingers crossed on failure
We've become obsessed with our own demise
Snapshots
There's no need to put a price on my head
When you define yourself by only one thing, that's a
This chorus will never sound again
Buried in silence
Extinguished like memories
Shudder upon release
Another chapter has passed
And this shift has become
You've got to start and you've got to start now,
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