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I remember when I gave a ***
It's been years now; we're in a rut
We write these songs, we play these shows.
Show me something to hold dear
There's nothing left, we've killed it all
And we're the ones who take the fall
Is this all you have to offer?
Show me to the *** door, I'll burn it down on
My way out