End.

I found my blood, it was inside the stereo
I left my lungs, I left my lips on this microphone
We're all to blame, we're all to blame for everything
I found a way to not have to mean anything
We climb, we fall, we drop the ball, and we pass notes
But it's what you don't know that ends up mattering the most
Yeah it's what you don't know that ends up mattering the most

If you had one night to go anywhere, where would you go
If you had one chance to say anything what would you say
If you're paralyzed tomorrow, who would you dance with tonight
You have just one life, how will this end? How will this end



Credits
Writer(s): Blake Kole
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