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I breathe the absence of life, in a part of every breath |
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I take Inhaling afterthoughts of ruin...and regret |
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So no hope remains as |
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I take another glass of pain |
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And I swallow knowing things will stay the same |
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I see that everything has gone so wrong for me |
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And I wait and see if |
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I can welcome back the light |
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I'm following the suffering |
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And the ones that never heal |
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They're a part of me and |
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I can't just leave them behind |
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So I cry these acid tears, as |
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I weep for those like me |
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The ones whose apathy, ahderes them to this fate |
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So I lie awake and the bottle always calls my name |
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With an offering that |
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I cannot refuse |
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Who will come to taste the quality of despair |
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It's so sweet that |
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I enjoy it time and time again is it charity that calls to me selling fragments of her soul |
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Is a part of me foolish enough to indulge |
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When the time comes let the blow come quickly and the blood run red |
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I worry not 'cause |
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I'm already dead |
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So I'll not speak my last words |
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For I've already said enough |
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Their painted on the walls |
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So will you bleed for me |
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And together we will cross the sea |
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Two for the ferryman to take our souls across |
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I see that everything has gone so wrong for me |
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And I wait to see if |
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I can welcome back the light |
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Following the suffering for the best parts of my life |
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Now your rid of me |
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But I'm not the only one. |
