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Is there nothing, you'd rather, rather be
Behnind the parking lot, with nothing to be
Your hands are black, while the sky is blue
Why do you do the things they force you to
Your suffering
It's coming to an end
You'll never have to do this again, no
Is there no place, you'd rather, rather be
Behind the cigarettes, smoking but you can't see
Your hands are black, while the sky is blue
Why do you do the things that they force you to
Your suffering
It's coming to an end
You'll never have to do this again, no
Your suffering
It's coming to an end
You'll never have to do this again
The world comes to an end when you say let's pretend
The world comes to an end when you say let's hold hands
The world comes to an end when you say let's pretend
The world comes to an end when you say let's pretend
The world comes to an end when you say let's hold hands
The world comes to an end when you say let's pretend
The world comes to an end when you say let's pretend
The world comes to an end when you say let's hold hands
The world comes to an end when you say let's pretend
The world comes to an end
Your suffering
It's coming to an end
You never have to do this again, no
Your suffering
It's coming to an end
You never have to do this again