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Crash At Lake PlaceboGoneThe wind is blown The film runs out The shade of black The light is on How soon is wrong? The shade of red For when it comes The light is off Now the air is cool The end is near The change has made them run in fear And struck the pose And hyped the hype The view box out The time is ripe I see punk arms with nails to go And bloodshot eyes They followed due process With too many college tries Now they sing their songs They fire their guns The light back on |