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Where you live is just a paradise lost I don't want to sound too cynical
All you do is fingers crossed I don't want to be hypothetical
Lying, lying together we fuse beneath the shadows of a summer's end
Dying, dying together we burn beneath the shadows of a summer's end
and I will always try to fly
Living in a ballroom scene where nothing really happens at all
they tell you that you must be clean while dirt is just above us all
living in a ballroom scene where nothing really happens at all
I've never had a writer's block I don't like to be hysterical
we're the industry of broken clocks isn't it prophetical
Lying, lying together we fuse beneath the shadows of a summer's end
Dying, dying together we burn beneath the shadows of a summer's end
and I will always try to fly
Living in a ballroom scene where nothing really happens at all
they tell you that you must be clean while dirt is just above us all
living in a ballroom scene where nothing really matters,
nothing really matters, nothing... really matters... At all.
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