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Slipping in and out of an ice bath |
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No warmth, no life without |
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It's too much, |
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my arms, my legs are wood, |
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unconscious trees |
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with roots deep in the ground |
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We will all be out, soon, |
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an ocean ringed with tile. |
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I know that's not your style |
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but it certainly will be mine |
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if I can't get this right |
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So please, |
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please, |
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please release me. |
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Can you hear my faintest breath, is it amplified? |
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The number that I've become will put you inside |
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I've got a message that I must relay |
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No, I can't delay it one more day (it's not going well) |
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It is desperate, can you relate, |
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can you please, please relate? (I'm not holding up) |
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I am trapped, |
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I'm stuck here on this bathroom floor |
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and I don't have much more hope or pride |
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No air, no food (but I'm sure that I'm still alive..) |
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Just open up your eyes, you dead ones (all ashes on the floor) |
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I will never need you more, |
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just open up your eyes, |
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you dead ones. |