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I Don't Believe That We Can Conceive Of An Afterlife That's Meant To Be Perceived Catastrophes, Calamities, Catastrophe Everyone Loves A Tragedy But There's Guns, There's Guns Guns Guns Pointed At Our Head Every Time We Close Our Eyes But What Are We, Little Folk To Do About This Bakery Full Of Lies We Don't Need No One To Turn Out The Lights For Us When We Go To Sleep Catastrophes, Calamities In Our Dreams When We Dream We Like To Dream About Tragedy And Afterlife A Perceived Reality, A Tragedy, A Catastrophe Seems My Life Is Only Just Pretend And Dreams Are Only What You Make Of Them And Themes Are Reoccurring So Often If I Were Wise I'd See A Trend We Don't Need No One To Turn Out The Lights For Us Arguing Things That Have Never Been Said The Mail Was Empty, The Books Were Unread Progress Hindered By Arrogance Inquiries Made In Present Tense Future Stars Will Be Twice As Dense As Ours Twice As Dense As Ours Repetition Shoved Down My Throat Answers Given By Anecdote Crueler Sonnets Were Never Wrote At All Never Wrote At All And It Seems My Life Is Only Just Pretend And Dreams Are Only What You Make Of Them And Themes Are Reoccurring So Often If I Were Wise I'd See A Trend One, Two, Three, Four Progress Hindered By Arrogance Inquiries Made In Present Tense Future Stars Will Be Twice As Dense As Ours Twice As Dense As Ours We Don't Need No One To Turn Out The Lights For Us Arguing Things That Have Never Been Said The Mail Was Empty, The Books Were Unread We Don't Need No One To Turn Out The Lights For Us How Can You Sleep At A Time Like This The Answer Was Pointless, The Question Amiss To Err While Conscious The Words A Mistake How Can I Afford To Stay Awake |
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