3.Crash
I'm tired of good-byes and burials
Friends i have known
Some i just met
Standing around
It's hard to forget - now isn't it？
The war started in bethlehem
A quarrel between holy men
Rocket's red glare
Night without end
Burning my eyes
It's hard to forget - now isn't it？
And if our cells are our destiny
I want to be free of biology
You are my friend
But i hurt you, too
It is not what
I intended to do
I saw my love by the restaurant
Diggin' for home fries in a garbage can
Ice cream and cake
Sweetness and light
A bottle of wine
Now that would be nice - wouldn't it？
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