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the air 
we cauterize tonight 
we're not supposed to know the truth 
and if time is on your side 
fade through 
we're going under 

you give yourself away 
letting the walls come down 
because tonight is the night 
breaking your machine 

the end 
we compromise tonight 
a thousand miles to go ahead 
and a conscience on your mind 
breaks up 
we're going 
we stumble

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