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Masquerade
03:30
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Fine day for an all in black masquerade, I'll bring a suitcase and some razorblades. A single rose for everyone we know. I'll wear the same clothes that I wore to your funeral; and we'll dance all night. We'll kiss your grave. We'll drink and cry and sing your name one last time. Your photographs - I can almost hear them speak, louder than the last time you spoke to me. All those words you whispered in my sleep. I close my eyes and hope to see you in my dreams; and we'll dance all night. We'll kiss your face. We'll drink and laugh and curse god's name for this. I don't ever want to leave you there.
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Crutches
03:48
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This old crutch that's been holding me up has finally been kicked out from under me. Force fed lies told not to question why. I don't want to see through someone else's eyes. Uncertainty, my disease. There's no cure for me, doubting fatality. At least I know I've lost this war in trying to understand everything. So you can be the martyr. So you can be the goddamn saint. So you can be the savior of everyone you hate. You've made your rules through your interpretation of what you deemed as the truth. Who is right and who is wrong when it comes down to one's opinion? Your rules will bury you the same as mine will bury me. All I know is what matters most is that we're hanging on to something.
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