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The road turned into a snake |
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It looked in my veins and said "It's in your blood" |
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That's when |
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I tried to run |
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But it was way to dark |
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Got scared, and ran into your arms |
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Oh sweet chemical predicament |
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Can't stop, can't change the evident |
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Predisposed to forget the best part |
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A story where the hero dies without regard |
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Made sure that the needle was clean |
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When I let myself fall asleep |
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And all I kept was a piece of your picture |
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Slipped through my fingers when |
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I slid into my dreams |
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It's not as deep as it seems |
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And as unfair as it may be |
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I'm just here to remind you |
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Remind you not to forget to remember me |
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I know you know how it feels to make a clean break |
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My bones are your bones |
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My home is your home |
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You must be, so confused |
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Got scared and ran away from you |
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Oh sweet divine predicament |
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Can't hide |
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I can't change the evident |
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I'm predisposed to trust a photograph |
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To portray the way you used to laugh |
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Do you recall the day you wed? |
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Such a radiant bride, you couldn't wait to see |
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Your first born take his very first step |
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And you smiled at him, 'cause you thought he looked like |
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Me, it's not as deep as it seems |
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And as unfair as it may be |
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I'm just here to remind you |
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Remind you not to forget to remember me |
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Now I've died you question so much |
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I don't possess the strength |
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To answer straight |
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And no, I'm not afraid, at least not to die |
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I'm afraid to live and not remember why |
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Oh Sweet chemical indifference, |
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I can't stop |
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Can't change the evident |
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Predisposed to perpetual sickness |
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I refuse to let you all be witness |
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Make sure that the needle is clean when |
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You let me go back to sleep |
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And situate the piece of the picture |
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Underneath my fingers it protects me in my dreams |
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It's not as deep as it seems |
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And as unfair as it may be |
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I'm just here to remind you |
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Remind you not to forget to remember me |
