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I had a brother once |
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He drowned in a bathtub |
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Before he'd ever learned how to talk |
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And I don't know what his name was |
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But my mother does |
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I heard her say it once |
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Padraic my prince, I have all but died |
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From the sheer weight of my shame |
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You cried but no one came |
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And the water filled your tiny lungs |
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Appear, my dear, and cry for me |
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Six years ago today |
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That I laid you in your grave |
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Your sweet young skin was shining then too |
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So tonight to celebrate i will... |
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I will poison myself |
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Another coughing, shaking fit in a bathroom |
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That is spinning |
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And I close the door |
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And I rest my head on the tile floor |
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Sickness and sleep turning me cold |
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I'm still not sure |
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Is there some better place I could be heading towards? |
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Where the selfishly sick and self-absorbed... |
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Are welcome |
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I saw the future once |
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I was drunk in a phone booth |
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My eyes were wet and red |
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But I could not tell what was said |
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And through the screams of the traffic |
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Voices carried |
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Saying I'm sorry |
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On a day so gray it's black inside |
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Watching churches on TV |
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In a coma you don't dream |
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You just hope that someone sits with you |
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Babies turn blue when they're ignored |
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Like the sky on summer days |
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Before you turn and walk away |
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It has changed you |
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So tonight to compensate I will... |
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I will poison myself |
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Another coughing, shaking fit in a bathroom |
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That is spinning |
