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Leave me here, |
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Biting my nails, breaking my stride, |
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I put my faith into your desolate life |
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Happened so fast that |
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I should be afraid, |
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I won't be afraid |
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Three years blessed, |
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I gave it my best, |
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It's time to put it all to rest |
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Your present is my past |
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Through my eyes, |
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I've seen nothing but time, |
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Forty four thousand lies |
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Straight from your putrid mind |
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High tides drag you through the decades of nights, |
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At anguish cause you'll never know why |
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Loved ones who turn out your lights, seem like they care |
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I am an island, and you're the tides that pull at my feet, but now she's sinking in this void |
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Aging, forcing my nerves |
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Cut your chords, count your chores, stop using yourself, for fruitless scars, just cut your chords |
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And your back will keep breaking, |
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From this glass house, that you have created |
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Hear me out, your heart is to heavy, to heavy for trust |
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So build me a promise and take my advice a word from the wise |
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A fault confessed, |
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I have redressed, she feels such unrest, so pray, so fucking pray |
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For tonight is your last. |
