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When the world ends, we'll watch her go; She will only ever be ours to know. As flames erupt around Paris, We'll sway, oh! How romantic. There's a beauty in the tragedy; A breath of life in the dying. We know none of this will ever matter; Yet I'll still sleep next to a Dreamcatcher.
Libraries are interesting to me; A mausoleum for literature, and history; Violated nurture, and perfect villainy. What would happen if this place collapsed? Earthquakes, apocalypses, tsunamis. Who would make it? Would I last? I know I would, my ego never fails me. Boom goes the dynamite, smithereens!
When the world ends, we'll watch her go; She will only ever be ours to know. As flames erupt around Amsterdam, We'll sway, oh! You have the love of this man. There's a beauty in the tragedy; A breath of life in the dying. We know none of this will ever matter; Yet I'll still sleep next to a Dreamcatcher.
Graveyards intrigue me greatly; A place for repose, remorse and roses. You haven't visited grandma lately; Do you have a fear of coagulated corpses? At least she doesn't have to witness this fall from grace, The bad guy snapping, the bend and the break. Where flesh meets dirt, and lost is found; What's survival worth? A dollar or a pound?
When the world ends, we'll watch her go; She will only ever be ours to know. As flames erupt around London, We'll sway, oh! You catch me still hoping. There's a beauty in the tragedy; A breath of life in the dying. We know none of this will ever matter; Yet I'll still sleep next to a Dreamcatcher.
Burn it all, Let it go up in flames. One last round, this last call; Here we come, the end of days. Burn it all, Let it go up in flames; Time to leave, to free fall; Here we come, peace.
When the world ends, we'll watch her go; She will only ever be ours to know. As flames erupt around Sydney, We'll sway, oh! You know I know you see me. There's a beauty in the tragedy; A breath of life in the dying. We know none of this will ever matter; Yet I'll still sleep next to a Dreamcatcher.
