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When the heart and the blood start to slow |
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When the nerves melt away like the snow |
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This infection runs its course through me |
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So much more than mere infirmity |
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When the throat closes of its own will |
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I can't laugh, I can't breathe, I am still |
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Be my healer; please don't leave me here |
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Beneath the storm cloud and heavy atmosphere |
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Someone find me |
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Someone cure me |
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If I'm not too sick to cure |
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Medicate me |
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Moderate me |
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So that I can try once more |
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Tried to sit up in bed, was too weak |
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Tried to form the right words, tried to speak |
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I can listen and I can see a bit |
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You can touch me if you don't mind it |
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Tried to give to the world, only took |
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Tried to keep courage strong, but it shook |
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Never told you what it's like to shout |
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And sterile silence is all that comes out |