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A Long Way Down
Monday, July 11, 2011 9:40:00 PM



I’m glued to the dancefloor,
where people flock so that they feel more.

And the one I love is no where close,
this place is a hole - where they come to feel warm.

“We are young,
& we are golden”

And I know this feels like home to you, but I feel lost.

And I’ve had dreams of dying,
And I’ve always woke up smiling.

And I’ll let all the theorists know, that you don’t die when you hit the bottom,

‘cause i wake up there every morning.

“We are young,
& we are golden”

And I know this feels like home to you, but I feel lost.

This road is so cold, when you’re on your own.