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Searching for a mode and for a method. |
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What's he thinking and what the fuck is he saying? |
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And does it matter anyway? "Never again..." |
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I begin to think, as the liquid seeps in and the agony escapes my lungs. |
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The simple concept of trust. |
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You can't take back some mistakes. |
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You've come to see me, now |
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I know that my life must end. |
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And while |
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I may be forgotten, there will be no forgiveness. |
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You've come to see me, now |
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I know that my life must end. |
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Searching for mode or motivation... what was |
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I thinking? |
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Dreaming in dog years. |
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And though |
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I may be forgotten, there will be no forgiveness. |
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You've come to see me, now |
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I know that my life must end. |
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Be it seven seconds or seven years, it doesn't matter when you're dreaming in dog years. |
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Just like the kiss that condemned christ, it was such a pity to throw what we had away |
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Dreaming. |
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Now, I'm not afraid to die. |
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Just like the kiss that condemned christ, what a pity. |
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You threw it all away. |
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Dog years. |
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Now I'm not afraid to die. |
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There's nothing left. |
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Dreaming. |
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Splitting headaches and random thoughts...what matters anyways? |
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Hypertension? |
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Diabetes? |
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I had it all, now |
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I can't feel my legs. |
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I heard the metal clank, and |
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Guy just sold out good ole' |
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Bud. And it's not gonna be alright. |
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And it's not going to be "ok." |