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These words have slipped again, |
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Stitch the lips of the one that murmurs them, |
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Cloud your vision, |
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Make everyone disappear, |
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There's still time to wake up, |
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Get out while you still can... |
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Speak. (Get out, while you still, can) |
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This mud, is too thick to see through, |
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The stiches are coming out, |
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The wounds won't heal. |
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Is this embedded status permanent? |
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So, I'm fearing... |
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The worst is yet to come, |
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Days are getting shorter, (Shorter!) |
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Close your eyes for awhile, |
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Rest a little longer, (Longer!) [Instrumental] |
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This mud is too thick to see through, |
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The stitches are coming out, |
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The wounds won't heal themselves, |
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Is this embedded status permanent? |
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So... I'm... fearing... |
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The worst is yet to come, |
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Days are getting shorter, (Shorter!) |
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Close your eyes for awhile, |
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Rest a little longer, (Longer!) |
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These words have slipped again, |
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Stitch the lips of the one that murmurs them. |
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Cloud your vision, make everyone disappear. |
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These shoulders are too weak to carry any more, |
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My will is too weak to carry on. |
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The worst is yet to come, |
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Days are getting shorter. (Shorter!) |
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Close your eyes for awhile, |
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Rest a little longer. (Longer!!!!) |
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The Worst |
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Is Yet To |
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Come, Days are getting shorter. |
