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Welcome to the failure, the drinks are on me
We'll cheer to how you let me down
Dissapointment's a bitter taste that burns
On its way down, we could only point
And laugh at your spirit as it drowns
Is there no end to how far we'll go?
Do we really have to kill ourselves
Before we know?
Let these words rip through you just like bullets
Tear through flesh
We could rest in peace remembering we stole your best
Dissapointment's a bitter taste that burns
On its way down, we could only point
And laugh at your spirit as it drowns
Is there no end to how we'll go?
Do we really have to kill ourselves
Before we know?
Do we really have to?
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