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come on, come on, there has to be a better way
get up, get up, let's leave this mess
i know a place that we can get away from all of this
come on, come on, get up, get up
i've been dreaming of us leaving
everything and everyone we've ever known
i've been thinking all these visions
must be a sign, so hold on and don′t let go
who wants flowers when you're dead? nobody