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Sell all your dying words that keep me here |
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That keep me running |
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Sell all your dying thoughts |
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Run with your eyes closed |
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Trailing my new kill |
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I scrape away the tracks that marked me |
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The dirt tells a story but never leaves the names |
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The were all born godless and vile |
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Trailing my new kill |
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I scrape away the tracks that marked me |
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You saw the stains from the blood on my teeth |
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And I believe your killing me is for the best |
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Because this love eats the love from my chest |
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I keep all you said inside of me in spite of all you've torn apart |
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And all that it takes to stop repeating is to let go and keep running |