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As my bones creak and my veins scream |
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While my spirit breaks I hear you calling me |
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As my heart aches and my hands shake |
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While my mind fades from these dark days |
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In the valley where I come from |
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Everybody watches the blood run |
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No one will lend you a knife or a gun |
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But they'll cut your wrists |
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And hang you by the neck |
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I like your suicide |
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You show up in the middle of the night |
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Blood drippin from your wrists |
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Pills on your tongue and a gun in your hand |
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A rope around your neck |
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I hope god is your friend |
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I like your suicide |
