All of your pretty things Your petty pretty things are gone the ground beneath your feet isn't the stable earth you thought
A song so sweetly sung as if the offer would rescind credit all firsthand accounts With need to write about and spin mistakes they're all mistakes they're all mistakes
But on the way down On the way down Before you can see But all the way down You laugh with the pieces You just can't explain it all away Away the damage And after you atone This is all you have to show
All of your pretty things Those petty pretty things You lost Discerning tastes agree The who you used to be Was awful, to be true
But now we see you Now we see you On the way down All the way down Before you can see But all the way down You laugh with the pieces You just can't explain it all away Away the damage And after you atone This is all you have to show
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