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And I will strangle out the last |
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Remnants of the truth you past, |
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The last exit from your life. |
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You cannot waste away in here, |
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With all the tenderness I fear, |
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Every day until I die. |
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(chorus) |
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You keep hitting yourself where it hurts, the least. |
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And your skin goes red and it sinks, beneath. |
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And I've been sitting here alone, |
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The voices slur, the building moans, |
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All the pain locked in these walls. |
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We cannot waste away in here, |
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With all the promises I fear, |
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Everyday until I die. |
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(chorus) |
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You keep hitting yourself where it hurts, the least. |
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And your skin goes red and it sinks, beneath. |