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I want to be dead with my friends
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Wide-eyed, brilliant, dynamic rest
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I want to be dead with my friends
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Where the iron sharpens the iron
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I want to be dead with my friends
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A vulgar, loud, unforgettable end
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I want to be dead with my friends
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Let boredom cease the beating of our purple hearts
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Against this, even gods fight violently in vain
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What chance could we have stood?
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We're the last of the lost,
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But now we are the first of the fashionably late
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Loved ones decompose
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You'll dance around the bones
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But most of us are wholly ghosts
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All of us were wholly ghosts
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We made the scene when we made a scene
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And though it was brief, it meant everything
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Oh, what a pity, now they're bound to make us saints
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Against this, even boys fight violently in vain
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What chance could we have stood?
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We're the last of the lost,
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but now we are the first of the fashionably late
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I refuse to be the only man put to rest in a mass grave
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You were all there with me
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Name Underwater Bimbos From Outer Space
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Artist Every Time I Die
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Album Ex Lives
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