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Streams of blood I wish I could |
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But I can not turn back |
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The beating of my heart is all I hear |
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Know you never knew the hell I'm going to |
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I cut myself again |
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Going home |
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To the tiles |
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Dearest night I am not frightened anymore |
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You are the one I'm waiting for, I curse the day |
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I still hear the beat but you will not succeed |
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This is the only way |
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Going home |
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To the tiles |
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Flickering flickering lights |
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And blazing fires before my eyes and feel the tiles. |
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No sound but my thundering heart, |
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Lock me in and tear my pain apart. |
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Escape lying on the table, |
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Say grace and fill the parting glass again! |
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Close the door, turn out the lights, |
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Lock me in and I can feel the tiles. |
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Going home |
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To the tiles |
