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I never thought the day |
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would come when I |
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Would be the poison |
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in the pen I use to write |
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You said you were alone |
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in somewhat of a nervous tone |
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I guess it was the blank look |
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on your face that was easy to replace |
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So then I went and drank myself |
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into an idiot all through the night |
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Recounting all my paranoid and |
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selfish thoughts but I was right |
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I made a space for you inside my soul |
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And let my feelings kill |
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the part that I control |
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So part of you was me, |
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neglectful maybe cold it seemed |
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Despite having the wounds |
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we both imbibe, the scars are |
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Somewhere we can't hide |
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I then stayed up for two more years |
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just thinking of the sacrifice you made |
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Indifferent to the reason |
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so apparent in the pain |
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I polished off another drink and |
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taught myself to numb and drift away |
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For one more night so |
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I could justify the day |
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So now I entertain the thought |
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of going on all alone |
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But you are all the life |
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I've ever known |
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I swear one day I'll get it back |
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something that is already dead and gone |
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Again i see the trumpet player |
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looking for his song |
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Don't worry I won't follow you, |
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that part of me is learning to let got |
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What was a space is like |
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a cancer in my soul |
