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Rip this page from the history books
Smash all the street signs
Erase all the maps
Forget my name
Forget my face
Because it's going to rain
And it never ends
Ten seconds left
until midnight
Nine chances left to drown ourselves
in
black hair dye
Eight faces turned away
from the shock
Seven windows and Six of them
were locked
Five stories
f
a
l
l
i
n
g
Forever and ever
Three cheers to the mirror
now there are Two of us
can we have One last dance?
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