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Three hundred and six in only six years |
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If it was an accident where are the tears? |
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I am still unidentified behind the cathedral |
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Is where my body hides but |
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I'm not inside |
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Just one of sixteen in early one day |
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If it was a game why couldn't |
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I play?I am the abandoner but still |
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I remainAnd my frozen pulse quickens and the black plot thickens |
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Like the story |
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I heard a lifetime ago |
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Where a girl, and this is funny, took her life |
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And what she doesn't know is how long it takes for the water to rise |
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And the breath to stop fighting and the cold to close her eyes |
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Morality plays on stages of sin |
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The easy way out or the easy way in, |
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I am still over glorified |
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My reasons to live were my reasons to die |
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But at least they were mine |
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Now I'm freedom unbound, cut the laces of life |
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The pistol, the poison, the noose or the knife |
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I have chosen my instrument and said no goodbyes |
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And my frozen pulse quickens and the black plot thickens |
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Like the story |
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I heard a lifetime ago |
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Where a girl, and this is funny, took her life |
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And what she didn't know is how long it takes for the water to rise |
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And the breath to stop fighting and the cold to close her eyes |
