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grey And nothing stays gold and everywhere I turn Another self gratifying glimpse of a lonely road Self deception learn the lesson hedon, you've got a

out of here Then it's said, degeneration, its my excuse, its my separation Then it's said, degeneration Electric city read And its up reptilian way, minus a

again I've got the flashman in my sight To take his life, or give him mine It's hard to get below a surface conversation I'm a killer but not for one

daughter to see my poor baby's face I've got the flashman in my sight I wonder if hes got a daughter and if he's got a wife And christmas eve came as a

death I hear the laughs outside the speaker at my attempts at serious Won't hold a candle to the rest won't hold a candle to the best More like a key

past With a swisher sweet and a fireman's hack We can reminisce but we can never look back Unhappiness, a lonely road, who thought success could take such a

of petrol Tracers light the sky And I met the right ones I joined a team No tears americana theres no blood left to bleed And I counted notches in a belt