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We stumble and stare at the carnival lights that lit up New York City, From the rooftop in Brooklyn that was covered in bad graffiti. And then I let a thousand splinters pierce right through my spoiled liver, Whatever that was left of it. 'Cause I cursed my lonely memory with picture-perfect imagery. Maybe I'm not dying I'm just living in decaying cities, But I'm still healthy, I'm still fine, I'll be spending all my time readin' the obituaries. But I will f*ck this up, I f*cking know it. I will f*ck this up, I f*cking know it. I will f*ck this up, I f*cking know it. I will f*ck this up, I f*cking know it. 'Cause I am the shadow of the waxwing slain I felt the false azure from windowpanes I am just freaking out, yeah I'll be fine. But I will f*ck this up, I f*cking know it. I will f*ck this up, I f*cking know it. I will f*ck this up, I f*cking know it. I will f*ck this up, I f*cking know it. |