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Irony of Dying on Your Birthday - Senses Fail
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Irony of Dying on Your Birthday Senses Fail

Irony of Dying on Your Birthday - Senses Fail
[Verse 1]
Just know we are a speck in time
So follow your bliss and destroy the beauty

[Chorus]
I'll lock myself alone in a room
Drink until the clock strikes noon
With just a pen, a pill, and some paper
And maybe I will write a sad song
Or another cliché poem
Of the person that I long to be

[Verse 2]
I wanna die like Jim Morrison
A fucking rock star
I wanna die like God on the cover of Time
Just a blink and it's gone
So baby, pour some fame in my glass
So kill the forest and destroy the beauty

[Chorus]
I'll lock myself alone in a room
Drink until the clock strikes noon
With just a pen, a pill, and some paper
And maybe I will write a sad song
Or another cliché poem
Of the person that I long to be
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