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You found a way to get inside |
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And see the broken |
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Reliving such a damaged life |
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It's taking over |
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Now you see through fading eyes |
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It's like |
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I'm disappearing now |
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You made me who |
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I amYou're everything |
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I hate in me |
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And now there's nothing left for me |
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You found a comfort in the wounds |
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It's like you taste the blood again |
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The way you go in for the kill |
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And now there's nothing left for me |
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You don't exist outside of me |
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All your selfish purity |
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Is just a fragile memory |
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And now there's nothing left for me |
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Find a way to kill the past |
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And stop the bleeding |
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Reduce you to a photograph |
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That won't stop fading |
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I look at you and see nothing |
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You've taken everything from me |
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I hope you saved yourself |
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I'll never be the same again |
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You found a comfort in the wounds |
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It's like you taste the blood again |
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The way you go in for the kill |
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And now there's nothing left for me |
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You don't exist outside of me |
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All your selfish purity |
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Is just a fragile memory |
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And now there's nothing left for me |
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I see a ghost of who you are |
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Now your memory is a scar |
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The constant need to kill |
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The senses that keep you tied to me |
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Just to keep your focus right |
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You dilute to black and white |
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It doesn't stop |
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The fading view of who you are |
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And now there's nothing left for me |
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You found a comfort in the wounds |
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It's like you taste the blood again |
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The way you go in for the kill |
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And now there's nothing left for me |
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You don't exist outside of me |
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All your selfish purity |
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Is just a fragile memory |
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And now there's nothing left for me |
