War all of the time In the shadow of the NY skyline. We grew up too fast. Now we're falling apart Like the ashes of American Flags.
If the sun doesn't rise, We'll replace it with an H-bomb explosion. A painted jail cell of light in the sky Like three mile island nightmares on TVs that sing us to sleep.
They burn on and on like an oil field or a memory of what it felt like to burn on and on and not just fade away.
All those nights in the basement the kids are still screaming, "on and on and on and on"
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War all of the time
In the shadow of the NY skyline.
We grew up too fast.
Now we're falling apart
Like the ashes of American Flags.
If the sun doesn't rise,
We'll replace it with an H-bomb explosion.
A painted jail cell of light in the sky
Like three mile island nightmares on TVs that sing us to sleep.
They burn on and on like an oil field
or a memory of what it felt like
to burn on and on and not just fade away.
All those nights in the basement the kids are still screaming,
"on and on and on and on"
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Thursday = <3
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I <3 thursday and i <3 that fucking song! and i <3 you!
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