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[?], my soul didn't listen |
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I do not have any memory of peaceful sleep |
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feels like I read about it in a novel once |
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I believe that all the little secrets people keep |
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When you drop your guard, and slumber, they come out and front |
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I crush to sleep for nothing, I'm left to beat the sun |
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And my breath, they keep it rushing, my chest, with deep percussion |
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If death and sleep are cousins, then justice is disgusting |
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We'll probably be cellmates behind Hell's gates |
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The devil lives inside my eyelids |
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When I close them I hit rising violence, I'm supposed to find some silence |
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Rockin' the back seat of insomniac theatre |
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With the answers in the subtitles, I just cant read em |
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I'm right where the fears at, fighting the tears back |
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Trying to catch my balance on life before the piers crack |
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I hear that, hate slammin my own little prison |
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I declare that, hate band |
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So I stare at, the crack in the ceiling until the earth go twistin |
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Glare at, that little feeling that I've been burdened with, its turbulant |
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Only you and I know that the hurt exists |
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Everyone else just see the surfaces |
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Somebody tell my mother that I died |
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Somebody tell my mother that I died |
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Somebody tell my mother that I died |
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Somebody tell my mother that I |
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I can only hope that, when I wake up at night in cold sweats |
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That you're suffering and miserable in your own bed |
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I pray I haunt you the way you haunt me |
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The way I feel I never want to see you walk free |
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I hope your thoughts will burn as you toss and squirm |
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And curse your life, feeling like you lost your turn |
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And I pray that I haunt you the way you haunt me |
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The way I feel I never want to see you walk free |
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I can only hope that, when I wake up at night in cold sweats |
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That you're suffering and miserable in your own bed |
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I pray I haunt you the way you haunt me |
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The way I feel I never want to see you walk free |
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I hope your thoughts will burn as you toss and squirm |
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And curse your life, feeling like you lost your turn |
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And I pray that I haunt you the way you haunt me |
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The way I feel I never want to see you walk free |
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**** you Ali! |
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Somebody tell my mother that I died |
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Somebody tell my mother that I died |
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Somebody tell my mother that I died |
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Somebody tell my mother that |
