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Wrath, aches |
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Are all that's left |
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Mistakes I made up to now |
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Are the reason I hate myself |
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I can't tell if the world is losing me |
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Or if the world has made me lose it |
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(Will I outlive the coming sunrise? |
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Was this the last of my tomorrows? |
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Do you think I had it coming? |
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I'm dead to pain I'm numb to sorrows) |
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I can't decide when I died |
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Proud, march |
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Towards the dark horizon |
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No company to comfort me |
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My game is over |
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It's time I brought the curtains down |
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My play is done my crowd's all gone |
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I can't decide when I died |
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It's time I brought the curtains down |
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My play is done my crowd's all gone |
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I can't tell if the world is losing me |
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Or if the world has made me lose it |