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I'm sick again |
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Back of my throat |
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Wrench my hopes |
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With every blow |
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My colour's fading |
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Your black/white screen descending |
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I'm slipping slowly |
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Towards your cold ways |
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I'm sad again deep down here |
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My outside's curling |
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Living someone's life |
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Dreaming someone's dreams |
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Breathing across the eye divide |
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Clutch in frenzy |
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Living someone's life |
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Dreaming someone's dreams |
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Breathing across the eye divide |
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Crippled by your life |
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With a wheelchair of a mind |
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Reflections in a glass pane |
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In a blue fire of a tired soul, of hate |
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Someday, I'll lose you |
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And with you, your fears |
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Withered hopes and warm salt tears |
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So crowd around and pay the due |
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Ounce of blood, brain, flesh, eye |
