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I wonder if we'll smile in our coffins while loved ones |
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Mourn the day, the absence of our faces, living, laughing, |
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Eyes awake. Is this too much for them to take? |
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Too young for ones conclusion, the lifestyle won. |
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Such values you taught your son. That's how. |
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Look at me now. I'm broken. |
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Inherit my life. I'm broken. |
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One day we all will die, a cliched fact of life. Force fed |
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To make us heed. Inbred to sponge our bleed. Every |
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Warning, a leaking rubber, a poison apple for mingled |
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Blood. Too young for ones delusion the lifestyle cost |
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Venereal Mother embrace the los$. That's how |
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Look at you now. You're broken |
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Inherit your life. I'm broken. |