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kill off their finite state of mind
Monday, May 11, 2009 // 5:43 PM

Oh no I just keep on falling,back to the same old…Where’s hope when misery comes crawling?oh my way-ay.With your faith you’ll trigger a landslide.To kill off this common sense of mine.It takes acquired minds to taste, to taste, to taste this wine.You can’t down it with your eyes.So we don’t need the headlines.We don’t need the headlines.We just want…We want the airways back, we want the airways back.Everybody sing like it’s the last song you will ever sing.Tell me, tell me, do you feel the pressure now?Everybody live like it’s the last day you will ever see.Tell me, tell me, do you feel the pressure now?Right now you’re the only reason,I’m not letting go, oh…and im out if everyone’s worth pleasing,wa ah.You’ll trigger a landslide to kill off their finite state of mind.Everybody sing like it’s the last song you will ever sing.Tell me, tell me, can you feel the pressure?Everybody live like it’s the last day you will ever see.Tell me, tell me, can you feel the pressure now?Everybody sing like it’s the last song you will ever sing.Tell me, tell me, can you feel the pressure? Tell me, tell me, can you feel the pressure?We were born for this!We were born for this!We were born for this!

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