Quote by Jon Crosby

I guess lyrically they're similar because they're talking about escaping the kind of misery that likes company. 'The Last One Alive,' for me, is very simple. It's just about alienation, really, that causes anger.


I guess lyrically they're similar because they're talking ab

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The quote explains that the songs being compared share lyrical similarities in that they both revolve around escaping a misery that tends to thrive when shared among others. The speaker identifies "The Last One Alive" as a straightforward track centered on feelings of alienation that lead to anger. Essentially, the explanation suggests that the common theme among the songs is the desire to break free from unfortunate circumstances and the resultant frustrations that arise.

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By Jon Crosby
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