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Take me down again to this place where our misery can thrive
On each others insecurities of life.
This thing we call life doesn't matter to you.
You wasted it with your tears
That shatters like crystal on the ground.
Hearts fragmented by grenades of pain,
Paint the streets our lies create.
Hopeless it seems in the sun setting
Behind the open skyline, empty.