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I come around, but I don't see ya, |
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It's kinda hard when you're already gone. |
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My eyes are numb; bloodshot and heavy, |
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The voice's silent but approaching me soon. |
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He's got your name, he's got your number. |
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Just one more slip and he'll be dragging you on. |
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I feel the pain, oh i see the answers. |
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The voices ring out like the siren of song. |
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You're gone, when you stop believing. |
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It's hard to sleep at the end of the day. |
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Move on, don't try to get even. |
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Looking hard just to find a new end. |
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Cause it's hard to die, |
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When you're already dead. |
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Just when I can't quite remember, |
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Just when I can't quite recall. |
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The day we met upon a cold December, |
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The day we met and I started to fall. |
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You're gone, when you stop believing. |
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It's hard to sleep at the end of the day. |
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Move on, don't try to get even. |
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Looking hard just to find a new end. |
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Cause it's hard to die, |
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When you're already dead. |
