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we've found ourselves in the same old place
flashing each other a familiar face.
forgetting to present our forgotten grace,
we place ourselves in this dangerous state
in which to blame is what we call fate

we've got our ups, but gravity's pulling us down.
what do you say to hitting downtown?
who knows how long we're going to be around,
so cheers to us, let's have a shot, and give them a round.

the voices tell us stories, while our lips verbalize
words to them, which they then turn into lies.
honesty has been erased from their eyes
and now we've given them one too many tries

the devil's got our reservations on hold
as we continue to live and keep our story untold.
our innoncence was so long ago sold
to a man who was in control

we'll push each other off of cliffs and watch as we fall
farther away from that wall
that we built when we were so small
just when evil didn't exist at all
and when the devil used to call

bath yourself in genuine lands
where we know that we can
do whatever we planned
and we'll make ourselves grand
and stand
with our toes in the sand
knowing that we'll always understand
when we make ourselves grand.

scenes make their way into frames
because we aren't here for the fame
or the shame
or to claim
what's rightfully ours.
it's always the same,
the same name, the same game, the same blame.

the present gets scarred from the reflection on the glass
revealing the outcome of the past
and how we passed
our lives so fast

now here we bury our lies
as we look up into the sky
and deny
all of the goodbyes and replies
and look into each others eyes
and we both imply...

i've found myself in the same old place
flashing you this same old face
forgetting to present my forgotten grace,
i've placed myself in this dangerous state
in which i can only thank what i call fate