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After Hours- We Are Scientists This door is always open, This door is always open No one has the guts to shut us out But if we have to go now, I guess there’s always hope that Some place we’ll be serving after hours Chorus : This night is winding down But time means nothing As always at this hour Time means nothing One final final round cos Time means nothing Say that you’ll stay Say that you’ll stay We’re fine and drunk enough that We’re finally soaking up The hours that everyone else throws away And if we have to go now I guess there’s always hope Tomorrow night will be more of the same Chorus Say that you’ll stay Say that you’ll stay Say that you’ll stay We’re all right where we’re supposed to be We’re all right where we’re supposed to be We’re all right where we’re supposed to be (Time means nothing) We’re all right where we’re supposed to be (Time means nothing) This door is always open This door is always open No one has the guts to shut us out No one has the guts to shut us out Time means nothing Time means nothing One final final round cos Time means nothing Say that you’ll stay Say that you’ll stay Say that you’ll stay Bring Me The Horizon- Pray For Plagues: She starts her new diet, of liquor and dick. Just like hollywood, but laced in sick. The sun goes down, and so does she. The sun goes down, and so does she. Sold out the love she had left with a cut of the throat. Drinks all round on her, before she strolls to the moat. The sun goes down, and so does she. The sun goes down, and so does she. Count your fucking blessings! Come on! Count your blessings, cause I'm counting every lie. Count your blessings, cause I'm counting every lie, counting every lie. Christ, I'm asking you for just one thing. I'm asking you for just one thing. Eradicate, this disease. Close your eyes, Pray for plagues, Oh Lord clense this earth and bring upon our doomsday. Close your eyes, Pray for plagues, Clense this earth, bring our doomsday. She starts her new diet, of liquor and dick. Just like hollywood, but laced in sick. The sun goes down, and so does she. The sun goes down, and so does she. So clap your hands to the sound Of every first born dying now. Watch the rivers flow with blood, Death will stand where life once stood. So clap your hands to the sound Of every first born dying now. Watch the rivers turn to blood, Death will stand where life once stood. So clap your hands to the sound Of every first born dying now. Watch the rivers turn to blood, Death will stand where life once stood. Close your eyes, Pray for plagues, Clense this earth, bring our doomsday Bright Eyes- It's Cool, We Can Still Be Friends Yeah, you still kiss me, but it's just on the cheek Yeah, you still kiss me, but it's just on the cheek Yeah, you still kiss me sometimes But it's just on the cheek You pull away so easily And I still call you, but I get your machine And I still call you, but I get your machine And if I'm lucky, I guess, it's your roommate answering But you're at the bar Or at Gene's And we go to dinner, but you won't hold my hand We sit at the same table, but we don't play with our feet Yeah, we still go to dinner sometimes But we don't sneak a kiss When the waitress turns around And we still watch movies, but we don't share the couch And we still rent movies, but we don't share the couch Yeah, we still watch movies sometimes But you don't lay in my lap The plot is slow, take a nap You even stay over, but we stay in our clothes Yeah, you'll even sleep over, but now we stay in our clothes Yeah, you even sleep over sometimes But we stay in our clothes I'm only there so you're not alone And you say that I hurt you in a voice like a prayer Yeah, you say that I hurt you, and your voice is like a prayer Yeah, well, maybe I hurt you sometimes Let's contrast and compare Lift up your shirt - the wound isn't there I guess that your truth is just the ghost of your lies I guess your kind of truth is just the ghost of your lies Your kind of truth, darling, is just the ghost of your lies I see through them all the time So, I'm pouring some whiskey, I'm gonna get drunk Yeah, I'm pouring myself some whiskey I'm gonna get real fucking drunk I'm pouring some whiskey right now I'm going to get so, so drunk That I pass out and forget your face By the time I wake up... WILL BE UPDATED
 
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