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I'm buried alive again, |
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Six feet deep beneath the bed |
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Wrapped in sheets and stained in red, |
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Tomorrow night we'll play this game again |
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Alone, alone, alone I'll stay |
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Drowning in the choices made |
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Keep the wolves and ghosts at bay |
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Content I sit bound in bags of weight |
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I already miss your taste |
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The cool kids did, the cool kids should |
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When all along we never missed |
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I still feel you beneath my skin |
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Within the bruises from your goodnight kiss |
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Not too old but not too young |
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We sure know how to kill the fun |
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With voices with loaded guns |
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Pick the threads a threat to come undone |
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I still miss your taste |
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The cool kids did, the cool kids should |
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When all along we never missed |
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I still feel you beneath my skin |
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Within the bruises from your goodnight kiss |
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Blow out the sun |
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With a life like quicksand the act of dying slowly has only |
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Just begun as we pull the thread's a threat to come undone |
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The cool kids did, the cool kids should |
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When all along we never missed |
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I still feel you beneath my skin |
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Within the bruises from your goodnight kiss |
