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We stumble and stare at the carnival lights that lit up New York City
From the rooftop in Brooklyn that was covered in bad graffiti
And then I let a thousand splinters pierce right through my spoiled liver
Whatever that was left of it

'Cause I cursed my lonely memory with picture-perfect imagery
Maybe I'm not dying, I'm just living in decaying cities
But I'm still healthy, I'm still fine
I'll be spending all my time readin' the obituaries

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But I will fuck this up
I fucking know it
I will fuck this up
I fucking know it
I will fuck this up
I fucking know it
I will fuck this up
I fucking know it

'Cause I am the shadow of the wax wing slave
I felt the buzz issued from window panes
I am just freaking out, yeah, I'll be fine

But I will fuck this up
I fucking know it
I will fuck this up
I fucking know it
I will fuck this up
I fucking know it
I will fuck this up
I fucking know it

Writer(s): Gregory Cornelius Barnnett, Joseph Godino, Eric Joseph Keen, Thomas F. May

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