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Even my mouth says let the body grow |
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Turn off the light and disappear |
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My yellow fingers pulled out a cigarette |
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Turn on the light and reappear |
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With my head down, keep that head down |
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These are my dying days |
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No love, no funeral parade |
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Even this blue sky watches my lung collapse |
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Breathe in the water and let me drown |
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My broken fingers, no more cigarettes |
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All of this love won't reappear |
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With my head down, keep that head down |
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These are my dying days |
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No love, no funeral parade |
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These are my dying days |
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Turn the spotlight off, it wasn't mine anyway |
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Even my God says let this body go |
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Turn off the lights and disappear |
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Yellow figures swallow the wishing well |
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Follow the accursed what |
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I am called |
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These are my dying days |
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No love, no funeral parade |
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These are my dying days |
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Turn the spotlight off, it wasn't mine anyway |
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These are my dying days |
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No one knows that |
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I've gone away |
