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when darkness drown your bleeding heart |
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and tyrants tear your world apart |
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and none of it is making sense |
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it's all mistakes or accidents |
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we're all just players in a game |
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the strings are never pulled the same |
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and I have to make a change right now |
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but nothing changes anyhow |
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or anyways to change today |
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seems fucking pointless anyway |
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and sympathy it runs so deep |
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and I can't even fall asleep |
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I'd be abysmal to presume |
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solutions to stave off our doom |
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yes, I mean our sudden soon to end |
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through all these fading times we spend |
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and when I think away on things I pissed |
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I'd ask to be writ off your list |
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no social skills no special price |
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I can only try to empathize |
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good memories held in my hand |
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through finger cracks they fall like sand |
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if only there were some to keep |
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I'd have to trade them all for sleep |
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and losing sleep adds so much time |
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the days can drag my bleeding mind |
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into a state of jagged shock |
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that twists and winds but never stops |
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and dreams are memories as well |
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and some of them read just like hell |
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if your could be my only friend |
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I'd cherish all the time we spend |
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and though we're so infrequent now |
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our hearts dance somewhere anyhow |
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so money make our lives seem cheap |
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and I can't even fall asleep |
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and endless flaming turning fire |
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the setting sun that rises higher |
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the beautiful bright blinding light |
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that never quite turns into night |
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our hearts can flu and freely there |
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our minds can breathe such precious air |
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to all my fine fair weather friends |
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good tidings are all I can send |
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I forgive you though you never knew |
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just what it was you put me through |
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and to all my enemies the same |
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your obsession kept me in this game |
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and according to this life I've led |
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I should have lost more than my head |
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and on the edge that tilts so steep |
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I dream awake only of sleep |
