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Empty vessel under the sun wipe the dust |
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From my face another morning black |
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Sunday Coming down again |
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And coming down again |
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Empty vessel empty veins |
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Empty bottle wish for rain that pain again |
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Wash the blood off my face the pulse from |
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My brain and |
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I feel that pain again |
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And I feel my pain again |
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I'm looking over my shoulder 'cos millions |
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Will whisper |
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I'm killing myself again maybe |
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I'm dying faster but nothing ever last |
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I Remember a night from my past when |
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I was Stabbed in the back and its all coming |
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Back and I feel that pain again |
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I abhor you |
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I condemn you 'cos this pain |
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Will never end you got away without a |
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Scratch and now you're walking on a lucky |
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Path I have to laugh but you'd better watch your back |
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There's pathetic opposition they're the |
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Cause of my condition |
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I'll be coming back |
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For them I've a solution for this sad |
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Situation nothing left but to kill myself |
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Again (Because I'm so empty) |
