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Counting our anniversaries Like they're a record of worthAnd not something to grieve about Standing still in place.I don't know how long I can goBefore I break and run away.Remind me why we celebrateStillness each dying year?Instead of freaking ourselves the fuckOut of our boring mold?I don't know how long I can goBefore I split, from holding this in.I don't care how long has passedI've got to get out of this mess.Are you happy or settling?Are you happy or acting?I don't know how long I can goBefore I break and run away.I don't care how long has passedI've got to get out of this mess. From Letras Mania