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Empty vessel under the sun |
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Wipe the dust from my face |
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Another morning, black Sunday |
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Coming down again, I'm coming down again |
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Empty vessel, empty veins, empty bottle wish for rain |
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That pain again wash the blood off my face |
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The pulse from my brain, feel that pain again |
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And I feel that pain again |
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I'm looking over my shoulder |
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'Cause millions will whisper |
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I'm killing myself again |
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Maybe I'm dying faster |
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But nothing ever lasts, I remember a night |
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From my past when I was stabbed in the back |
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And it's all coming back and I feel that pain again |
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I abhor you, I condemn you |
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'Cause this pain will never end you |
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Got away without a scratch |
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And now you're walking on a lucky path |
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I have to laugh but you'd better watch your back |
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This pathetic opposition |
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They're the cause of my condition |
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I'll be coming back for them |
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I've a solution for this sad situation |
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Nothing left but to kill myself again |
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Because I'm so empty |
