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if i could feel anything |
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it wouldn't feel at all like this |
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if i could wake anywhere |
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i wouldn't wake up at home |
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if i could hear anything |
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it would be your voice to say |
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you should be you should be at home here now |
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i dont feel at home at all |
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this is where i will sit |
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to pay for all the wrong i've done |
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this is where i will sleep |
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to pay for all the wrong i've done |
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this is where i will wake |
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to pay for all the wrong i've done |
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this is where i will think |
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about all the wrong i've done |
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hope your funeral goes as planned |
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and everyone falls all around you |
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bringing flowers to make a pillow |
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for your weary head |
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i wont be there when you scream |
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at all the voices all around you |
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saying the things you never ever want to hear about |
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i wont be there when you die |
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a thousand deaths for just one lie |
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it's amazing how you stay awake at all |
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i'll be waiting way down here |
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and i'll be waiting all alone |
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waiting for you waiting for you |
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all the rats and spiders |
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will probably laeve me here alone |
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just like everyone they've got something better |
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that they can do |
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everything that was to be |
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forgotten us and will be gone |
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everyone that was to be |
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now somehow all became a memory |
