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Lower Definition The Greatest Of All Lost Arts

quietly we'll never wake ourselves up. Tonight your mine... and still the only one I'd have by my side. We'll never come down from here. It's all so real

around this the very fact that this could be the end staggering man, you could ruin everything, if you only knew the dance, yeah we try to pick up all

I've got these holes in my shoes that I feel just can't be filled until I get that sway in your hips, and you can give me your address. And in the

I know how you are with these things And you're not gonna stop I know how you are Yeah you're an artist When you tear things apart Oh I think it's when

re not real. What were you hoping for? When you just close the door. You've got your fingers around my neck. And I struggle to breathe But all the while

knew my sick sick plan You all make us fail You all make us fail You all make us fail You all make us fail you all Make us fail you all Make us...fail