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Yes it's awful, true Do we think the things we do? It's all repeating And we forget We go and burn it down again Are we children of pain? What are we willing to let happen? The past was brutal But who's to blame? We go and burn it down again Quench the flame Quench the flame Are we honest enough? What's the point of breaking up Just to restart the game The game that no one admits we play? Quench the flame Quench the flame Quench the flame Quench the flame I teach you how to treat me I teach you how much to care I teach you how to treat me I push you away From Letras Mania