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Trying hard to enjoy the night, to make the best of my time |
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And I would kill to know what it's like to feel tonight |
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With each cold sip of life, which helps to numb the pain |
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Each touch of the glass to my lips, helps ease the strain. |
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It's been so long, it's been so much |
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Though I would shudder at your sight |
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I would still shatter at your touch |
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For I feel like ice this evening, walking down the stairs/stares |
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Hidding my face into the basement, as if anyone cares. |
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That oh I'm out tonight. |
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I'm out to try to live tonight. |
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For tomorrow it may seem as though |
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I never did. |
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It's been so long, it's been so much |
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Though I would shudder at your sight |
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I would still shatter at your touch |
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I remember |
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December in |
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Windsor, 2002 |
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I remember feeling much older, than twenty-two |
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The season was cold, and |
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I was alone, developing tastes for poisons. |
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This was my old haunt, and it haunted me still. |
