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Suicide is painless in the town where I was born |
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Life became a suffocated way to block the world out from my own |
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Upon the carousel that noone wants to ride |
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I carry piles of smiles |
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And joyful happy moments from my childhood |
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Now there's something rotten in the state of being me |
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The fear of never feeling anything at all |
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The backbone in the eye |
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Now I got chokolate colored crackers |
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In a mouth of broken teeth |
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Where the tongue of time whips many marks |
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But I'll keep the scars as long as they're not bleeding |
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My name has long since withered |
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From the headstone of my home |
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I fled this town to find a place |
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For restless, uncaressed, unfitted mind to settle down |
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But what I found |
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I'm still a stranger |
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How will they know that is me |
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Suicide is painless in the town where I was born |
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Life became a suffocated way to block the world out from our own |
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Upon the carousel that noone wants to ride |
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We carry piles of smiles |
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And joyful happy moments |
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In a maze of blazing colors of our lies |