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Colliding highs, the slender sky, descend into empty spaces |
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Sensational wasted fall from grace |
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They'll never give alternatives the longer you live without it |
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It's all about what you learn to hate |
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In your unaltered state, you found yourself too late |
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I carve your name with razor blades to feel like a decade younger |
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Insatiable hunger from within |
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Accept that poison skin from the outside in |
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Whenever I look down and when I throw my weight around |
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The unintended consequences die |
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Nobody said instead of dead, I'd feel I was wild and futile |
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I never knew blood could run so cold |
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Accept that poison skin from the outside in |
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When I look down and when I throw my weight around |
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The empty-handed meet with something worse |
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A hand of narrow bone leads me on |
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Among the fallen stones into the night less known |
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Inside the needle veins, the blood is drained |
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I lie unrestrained and breaking down alone |
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This barren centigrade, the choices made from secrets best left kept |
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The absence reconciled, the wrong denial is seen through hostile eyes |
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I'm waking up, I'm better dead |
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Arm yourself, defend no-one else |
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Far inside, you're mine |
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Live again for if not now, when? |
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This is not the end |
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Your life is compromised, most of it was |
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All your endeavour lies lost |