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The threshold of the unpassed days of future past dolled my own edge living life in my head I've worn more nooses than crowns we've seen the empires fall down dreams fall down to the ground and we don't make a sound love to see death on the TV screen *** it seems so real to me and life can be so obscene better than life so real to me The endless charades we play The memories last Living life on the edge wondering will it last I've worn more nooses than crowns the walls come crumbling down dreams fall down to the ground And we can't make  sound
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Jan 30, 2017
Jan 30, 2017 at 5:02 PM UTC
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The threshold of the unpassed days of future past dolled my own edge living life in my head I've worn more nooses than crowns we've seen the empires fall down dreams fall down to the ground and we don't make a sound love to see death on the TV screen *** it seems so real to me and life can be so obscene better than life so real to me The endless charades we play The memories last Living life on the edge wondering will it last I've worn more nooses than crowns the walls come crumbling down dreams fall down to the ground And we can't make  sound
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Jan 30, 2017
Jan 30, 2017 at 5:02 PM UTC
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