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Dead like a stone, a withered rose |
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A weak soul and broken bones |
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Fragments in the middle of the crowd |
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Do you know the feeling I'm telling about |
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When a peace of mind can never be found? |
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I ran too close to the sun, I flied too high |
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The threshold of life is too fragile |
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I'm fragmented and lost |
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My blood still runs but it feels too cold |
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Should I give up, give up, give up? |
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Should I be gone? |
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Burning fast from both ends |
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The racking hours come again and again |
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Fragile that's all I am |
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Hey, was I born to suffer? |
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Did I ask to be born at all? |
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Life is ripping my heart out |
