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There's a crimson star in my sky tonight |
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She shines my will to fight |
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There's an island in my sea of emptiness |
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She wants to keep me ashored, so I go... |
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There's a roomful of best intentions |
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Hopelessly scenting funeral song |
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It doesn't matter, it's on now |
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Burning my pain of solitude |
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I've travelled over the long distance |
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Far beyond the wounds of dark days |
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I've screamed the songs of broken hearts |
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On the verge of rude awakening |
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This poetry of ruin swaying on |
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Ripping my guts so violently |
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I've been waiting for so long |
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That song to end, kill the white noise in my head |
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Night and day, my enemies scar me |
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Now I face my anguish alone |
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A thousand stings cutting my chest |
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Guiding my rage against me |
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There's a poison pillow in my bed |
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Stealing my dreams away |
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Lying awake and hating the sleep |
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It holds me until I drift away |
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This poetry of ruin swaying on |
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Ripping my guts so violently |
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I've been waiting for so long |
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That song to end, kill the white noise in my head |
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Night and day, my enemies scar me |
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Now I face my anguish alone |
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A thousand stings cutting my chest |
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Guiding my rage against me |
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Night and day, my enemies scar me |
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Now I fight my anguish alone |
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A thousand stings cutting my chest |
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Guiding my rage against me |
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A thousand stings cutting my chest |
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Now I face my ruin alone |
