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I suggest you take time from your war |
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Don't make prisoners, just kill me straight off |
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You don't even see |
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I don't want to fight |
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But don't wait for me to strike back |
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This wound is too big to cover |
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I'm sure I drown in the void |
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Of the days you left behind |
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Of the games you left without rules |
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Of all of the nights that now pile up |
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In the space you left behind |
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And in your absence, my senses |
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Turn fearful, turn quick |
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They see everything, anything, too much, not enough |
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Not enough |
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And in your absence, my senses |
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Turn fearful, turn quick |
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They see everything, anything, too much, not enough |
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I suggest you come back to this cemetery |
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I pile up all the bones you broke in me |
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Bring a flower and sweep all the ashes |
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Take the frames that still hang from the wall |
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And in your absence, my senses |
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Turn fearful, turn quick |
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They see everything, anything, too much, not enough |
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No, not enough |
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Not enough |