| Ain’t no use in tryna save me
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| For death is here, won’t keep her waiting
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| Like a moth to a flame, I keep coming
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| On my two feet, I’ll go down gunning
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| On my two feet, I’ll go down gunning
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| Ain’t no way that I can hold on
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| To this paper will that I’ve emboldened
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| Every night my ambitious mind starts churning
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| With the rising sun, it’s set to burning
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| Yeah, every day this table’s turning
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| Please don’t wake me
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| Fall asleep between the notes
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| In this house beset by ghosts
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| Ravaged by internal hopes
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| On pins and needles
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| This thunderous quiet
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| Please don’t wake me
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| Falling asleep between the notes
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| In this house beset by ghosts
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| Ravaged by internal hopes
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| On pins and needles
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| This thunderous quiet
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| This thunderous silence
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| Thunderous quiet |