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Quit trying to fan the flames
Let the embers settle in
'Cause nothing gold can stay
But you can always spray paint it again

Forever hide the shame of your stiled creativity
Smoke your life down to the filter
'til you're coming close to blowing smoke So recognice your ghost is running out of rope

Say it now or hold your peace
Feel it bounce around your brain
What makes the suffering sweet
Is the insurmountable pain

Dried up and obsolete
Your ugly pride can't exactly abstain
Smoke your life down to the filter
'til you're coming close to blowing smoke
So recognize your ghost is running out of rope

Now drop the anchor through
The floorboards of your boat And let the crashing waves
Fill your lungs 'til you choke