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There's a place in our minds, where the sun ceases to shine, |
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and the mountains of our spines are cast in shadows |
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There's a fortress in the sea and a lake that beads with the greed, |
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of a million hundred eyes, I've arrived now, in the end |
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I'm not allowed to be scared anymore |
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but I am afraid of your flood |
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Let me hold back the tears I'm sitting on |
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I will be playing with your blood |
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In the end, In the end |
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There's a mistress in our bed, with a thousand pounds on her head |
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on the poster on the wall above the light switch |
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the sheets are damp and old and her skin is freckled with mold |
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but the queue outside the door stretches right out |
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to the sea |
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I'm not allowed to be scared anymore, |
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but I am afraid of your flood |
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Let me hold back the tears I'm sitting on |
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I will be playing with your blood |
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In the end, in the end. |