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Until, the pages of this book are filled with emptiness |
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I'm still, suspended by a thread, expecting nothing less |
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I feel, my kindred little ways, I know how my story ends |
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Like me |
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It's not your gift to choose |
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I know you're going to lose |
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Like me |
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This futile circumstance |
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You never had a chance |
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Like me |
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I'm here, walking in a city, that is red again |
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I'm here, living with the dead again, knowing why I'm here again |
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Like me |
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Oh it's not your gift to choose |
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I know you're going to lose |
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Like me |
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This futile circumstance |
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You never had a chance |
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Like me |
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Like me |
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Like me |
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Like me |
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I can't stay here, forever |
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The hell is like this is, remember |
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I see myself in desperation |
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The cyanide of inspiration |
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I fall |
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I fall |
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Like me |
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Oh, it's not your gift to choose |
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I know you're going to lose |
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Like me |
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Oh, This futile circumstance |
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You never had a chance |
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Like me |
