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Somehow it found a way, will to see the next day |
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Through a crack it crawled its way in, said won't ever leave |
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Heavy these boots of lead, so familiar and fitting well |
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I don't know to regret or to crave, nothing's ahead, left behind |
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And I feel it coming |
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I refuse to let it in, to stay |
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It's melting the ice away |
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I feel it coming |
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I refuse to take its weight, tolerate |
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To hell with it all, I want to be left alone |
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Straight through the dear despair, infecting dreams and joy |
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But there's no reason to smile, it all will sail down the drain |
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Like a bullet through the brain, a plague that eats alive |
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Now can't tell piss from wine, so sick of this all |
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And I feel it coming |
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I refuse to let it in, to stay |
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It's melting the ice away |
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I feel it coming |
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I refuse to take its weight, tolerate |
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To hell with it all, I want to be left alone |
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Some by arriving, some by leaving have carved in their marks here beneath |
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I will be thriving on this endless grieving, forever dwell in my defeat |
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Beneath the ice it stays the same |
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Beneath the ice it stays the same |
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Beneath the ice it stays the same |
