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Like sinking ships drowning in the night |
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Nothing's wrong with you, then nothing's right |
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Casting baggage throw it overboard |
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Though with nothing left, you still fall on your sword |
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Does it hurt? |
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Line you up |
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Blindfolded against the wall |
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This will be the last time that you feel the fall |
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Godspeed with you, may he have mercy on us |
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The crowd has come to thirst |
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But before these heads roll, I guess mine comes first |
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And it's hard to tell what takes me away |
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And I know for years I've lived ashamed |
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And I think about the wasted years |
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As I fall into myself |
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And it's hard to tell what takes me away |
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But I've known, for years I've lived ashamed |
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And I think about the wasted years |
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As I fall into myself |
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As I fall into myself |
