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The irony is killing me |
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You twist the knife but not to bleed |
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The game you play is growing old |
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Give unto them and leave me cold |
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Rip my flesh of dignity |
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Break my heart and set me free |
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Drag me down to depths unseen |
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Twist the knife, make me bleed |
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Hating, lying, fearful you |
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Living life is killing you |
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Dethroned, depraved, you're starving and scared |
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Searching hopelessly, choking on air |
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Scar your arms and wear them proud |
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Grin through pain and numb yourself |
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What you call life is truly death |
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Sinking lower to the depths |
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You're digging further for the end |
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The final place to rest your head |
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You'll search for all eternity |
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The bottom lies beyond your reach |
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You'll find your place, patient, wise |
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You're find your solace if you try |
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Leave the past behind in tears |
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Turn your eyes to bright future |
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Forgive yourself for all the pain |
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Understand you're not to blame |
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The demons choked, the angels lied |
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Break free from the chains inside |
