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It could have made me believe |
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In everything I've lost |
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And all the things that I hate |
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It would have made me deceive |
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The only ones I trust |
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And glue the hearts that I break |
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My greatness |
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Is going to fall |
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My vagueness |
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Is killing them all |
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My sickness |
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Is coming from hell |
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I'm faceless |
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And silently saying farewell |
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These are my last words |
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Before I burn |
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No return |
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These are my last words |
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Before I die |
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No good bye |
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And all the walls will burn |
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And all the ravens will leave |
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The last chance to learn |
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To lose my lost belief |
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The last chance to see |
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The last chance to feel |
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The last chance |
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The last chance to be |
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Before I burn |