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Is there no place you'd rather, rather be
Behind the parking lot, nothing worth to see
Your hands are black
While your skies are blue
Why do you do the things that they force you to
Your suffering
is coming to an end
You'll never have to do this again
Is there no place you'd rather, rather be
Behind a cigarette
Oh but you can't see
my hands are black
While your skies are blue
Why do you do the things that they force you to
Your suffering
is coming to an end
You'll never have to do this again
Your suffering
is coming to an end
You'll never have to do this again
My world comes to an end when you say let's pretend
My world comes to an end when you say let's hold hands
My world comes to an end when you say let's pretend see less