Mischief With No Direction

This Time Next Year

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    Ladies and gentlemen
    When did we get so bad?
    Walking through graveyards
    Creeping past corners
    Having the best times we'll never have again
    We tried to stay up past midnight
    We failed now we don't get sunlight
    And once again i'll call it as i see it
    Better off dead, better off dead they said
    These things don't last forever
    The night got too late
    Your eyes were too glazed
    And i can't see this through
    I never asked
    And you forgot to tell me
    That tonight could be so deceiving
    I never asked
    And you forgot to tell me
    Instead of finding out my ears will keep on ringing
    My claim to fame is the line of me
    But it never leads to anything
    I'm not alone, i'm not afraid
    Tonight i'll go on a killing spree

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