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Thought I was your yesterday |
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I want to be tomorrow |
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You feel you're starting to decay |
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Never crossed the line |
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Try to hide the filth inside |
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All to be forgiven |
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What you see is all a dream |
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All I ask you |
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Are you still alive? |
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All dried up and scarred inside |
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Save yourself in time |
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Can I ask you, are you still alive? |
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Crawl into your little world |
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Leaving yourself naked |
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Smashing up the innocence |
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To watch the flower die |
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Idle hands that make no plans |
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Will never make perfection |
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Set in stone or made of clay |
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When I ask you |
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Are you still alive? |
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All dried up and scarred inside |
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Save yourself in time |
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Can I ask you, are you still alive? |
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Are you still alive? |
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Are you still alive? |
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You found your world is made of glass |
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A bitter pill to swallow |
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Looking through the cellophane |
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That used to be your eyes |
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Try to hide the filth inside |
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Can you be forgiven? |
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What you see is all a dream |
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All I ask you |
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Are you still alive? |
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All dried up and scarred inside |
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Save yourself in time |
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Can I ask you, are you still alive? |
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Are you still alive? |
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Are you still alive? |
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Are you still alive? |
