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Slowly we peel away the layers and the light seeps through the cracks. |
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You whispered softly in my ear the birth of morning's upon us, dear, |
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the bandages feel upon the floor. |
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And there was no one in that room. |
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It's quiet down the hallway where the doctors wash their hands. |
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Behind my eyes I feel the hollow jabs of your morphine kiss. |
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Your anesthetic voice is autographed upon my bones. |
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This reception died in vein. In vain. |
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A tarnished angel leaves her ghost on the surface. |
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A jealous daughter starves to death for the mother |
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As I awaited your return. I wait for your return. |
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It seems the only way that I will ever feel alive. |
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Throw myself into my injuries and close my eyes. |
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I'd give anything to feel alive. |
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And I will wait for you tonight. |
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The scalpel carves a map for you. |