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She came to me
Whilst times were low
And smiled at me
Through eyes of stone
We danced and laughed
It's all so cold
Like wingless insects
Born to crawl
We climbed in vain
Destined to fall
Into graves
A broken soul
Now nothing's left
Except my hate
Oh which I leave
To one and all
Writer/s: Tom Delonge, Scott Raynor, Mark Hoppus
