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I've carried this out for way to long. |
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I'm sick of singing these tragic songs. |
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It's been days since I could open up my eyes. |
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Open up my eyes. |
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Every waking moment's another passing by. |
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Passing by. |
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I'm left stranded on my own again. |
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Empty handed, in need of amends. |
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Broken, battered, abused my friend, |
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Or could you not recall that name? |
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Pretend, that you ever shared a world with me. |
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I feel like I'm living the dying dream, |
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The one where you wake up with me. |
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Pull the covers up with no light to see. |
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Is this all I have to say |
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About anything anymore? |
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I'm just trying to keep myself on my feet, |
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Keep living in the consciousness of this. |
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Live with this. |
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I have to die from it. |
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How could you live like this? |
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Live like this. |
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This is my take back, this is my final mark. |
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I'm not this useless person, |
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I'm not this tired lonely fuck. |
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Every moment spent is just another of regret. |
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Different words could be said, |
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With our spirits lifted. |
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When every night spent, |
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Couldn't make a dent. |
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Another passerby. |
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Is this all I have to say |
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About anything anymore? |
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I'm just trying to keep myself on my feet, |
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Keep living in the consciousness of this. |
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Is this all I have anymore? |
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I'm holding myself up. |
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I'm just trying to keep myself on my feet, |
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Keep living in the consciousness of this. |
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I'll pull myself out. |
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Out of the wreckage of my life. |
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I'll hold myself up, |
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Over dark and horrid skies. |
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I'll pull myself out. |
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Out of the wreckage of my life. |
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I'll hold myself up, |
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Over dark and horrid skies. |
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When every night spent, |
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We couldn't make a dent. |
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When every night spent, |
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Another passerby. |
