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I'm still waiting for smoke to clear from this funeral fire |
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My ears are ringing, forced into what it means to be alive |
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Revenge is pounding, I feel it cold in my veins |
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You're gone but not forgotten |
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Familiars laid out on their backs |
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Parts of the whole are missing |
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But the black sheep left keeps it complete |
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(Will the twilight come as darkness |
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Creeps across the southern sky?) |
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Let it come down (tonight) |
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Don't count me out, this will not die |
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Heavenly Father's wrath and Hell is in my eyes |
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Rain down these shadows and regrets |
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Hear Angels singing while the Devil sits and smiles |
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Don't count me out, this will not die |
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Keep things right on course and leave no loose end untied |
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Tried to speak through your final breath, your final sighs |
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Just to tell you I can do this my weakness ain't my pride |
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Revenge is pounding, I feel it cold in my veins |
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You're gone but not forgotten |
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Now here I stand in front of you with a crooked heart, broken and unglued |
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I've got a new thing |
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I wrote it down in Alabama clav |
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A swan song for the rest of us |
