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there's nothing left to sell me, I'm broke

get off the ledge and drop the knife, not a victim of a victim's life

we're never leaving this place alive

'cause you're my quasi-icthyian angel, you're my half-amphibian queen

ancient in one long, incidental month

and the world is like an apple whirling silently in space

and now this could be the last of all the rides we take

we're young, the world stopped breathing

you only hear the music when your heart begins to break

so hold on tight and don't look back

I don't make the rules, dear

like a lightning bolt, your heart will glow

we'll find you when the sun goes black

it ain't about all the friends you've made, but the graffiti they write on your grave

bad dreams really do come true

do you ever feel like a plastic bag, drifting through the wind, wanting to start again?