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This is the end. |
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And I can't pretend that I'm okay- |
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I'm not okay. |
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I can't even remember when you slithered away and left me with this emptiness. |
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So bring back what you said we once had |
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'Cause I'd pay to see a preacher like you lie. |
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And you know I keep everything locked underground |
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Safe and sound. |
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In this body you call on me for. |
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I keep everything locked underground, safe and sound. |
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(My God!) |
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We are worlds apart- |
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And these grey hairs I've grown |
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Have been nursed by the number of times I've tried to think of why |
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This will never change. |
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3 a.m. |
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I toss and turn in my bed, trying to shed this skin that I am buried in. |
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I can't even remember why I tried to tread, tried to fight against the |
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Tide another time. |
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Oh I'd pay to see a martyr like you die. |
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We were given the wax to burn so bright- |
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But our love, our light, was smothered by the hands of spite. |
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And I always knew that it would end like this- |
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I always knew we were destined to die from the start. |
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I always knew that it would end like this |