All of your pretty things
Your petty pretty things are gone
The ground beneath your feet
Isn't the stable earth you thought
A song so sweetly sung as if the offer
Would rescind credit all firsthand accounts
With need to write about and spin mistakes
They're all mistakes, they're all mistakes
But on the way down, on the way down
Before you can see, but all the way down
You laugh with the pieces
You just can't explain it all away
Away the damage and after you atone
This is all you have to show
All of your pretty things
Those petty pretty things you lost
Discerning tastes agree the who
You used to be was awful, to be true
But now we see you, now we see you
On the way down, all the way down
Before you can see but all the way down
You laugh with the pieces
You just can't explain it all away
Away the damage
And after you atone
This is all you have to show
Does it seem to be persisting?
Does it seem to be persisting?
Does it seem to be persisting?
Does it seem to be persisting?
Does it seem to be persisting?
Does it seem to be persisting?
Does it seem to be persisting?
Does it seem to be persisting?
Does it seem to be persisting?
Does it seem to be persisting?
Does it seem to be persisting?
Does it seem to be persisting?
Does it seem to be persisting?

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