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At the end of the day
There's no food on our plate
So we beg and we steal
For we know love is real
And if we don't take a chance
In a spare sideways glance
These are all the chains I wanted
To justify the things I do

And when we kiss we speak as one
And in a single breath this world is gone
And when we kiss we speak as one
With a single breath this world is gone

It's a crisis I know
At the end of the show
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