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The sun says nothing |
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About my demise, |
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I fall to the floor. |
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Sparks from your stare, |
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Cascade into mind, |
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The start of a war. |
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Monday morning, |
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Hungover, red eyes |
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Hide it all the way. |
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We walk through a crowd of strangers, |
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Two minutes from your door, |
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You've lived there all your life. |
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Starts a celebration in me, |
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Till I've got nothing left, |
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I've got nothing left. |
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Out of it you'll handle it for everyone. |
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Took a poison dart through my heart and then I'm gone. |
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Out of it you'll handle it for everyone. |
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Took a poison dart through my heart and then I'm gone. |
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Every conversation within you, |
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Starts a celebration in me, |
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Till I've got nothing left, |
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I've got nothing left. |
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These floorboards are creaking, |
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My body is old, |
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The sun casts a shadow, |
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A gust that cuts through your bones, |
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Your body and soul. |
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These floorboards are creaking, |
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My body is old, |
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The sun casts a shadow, |
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A gust that cuts through your bones, |
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Your body and soul. |
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Every conversation within you, |
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It starts a celebration in me, |
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Till I've got nothing left, |
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I've got nothing left. |
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I've got nothing left. |
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I've got nothing left. |
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No, I've got nothing left. |
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I've got nothing left. |