| Icy road, blinding dark
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| Rolling hills in the distance
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| Open wound, a painful scar
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| Love has left its burning trademark
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| Off the grid, out of bounds
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| Further down into shadow
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| Darkest day and whitest night
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| In harm’s way
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| We’re chasing rainbows
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| Giving up the ghost
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| Giving up the ghost
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| That’s what hurts the most
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| You sever all my heads
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| You place them on your bed
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| Some part of your great scheme
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| To vow me into silence
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| Giving up the ghost
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| Giving up the ghost
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| That’s what hurt the most
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| Frozen lake soon will flow
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| Frozen ground soon to follow
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| But hey — everything is in your head
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| And what you killed is never dead
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| Giving up the ghost
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| Giving up the ghost
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| On what you loved the most
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| On a coal-black sea, the sky’s on fire
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| Failed attempts at a funeral pyre
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| Deep as dreams of dark desire
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| The flames are growing ever higher
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| You sever all my heads
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| You place them on your bed
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| Some part of your great scheme
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| To vow me into silence
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| Giving up the ghost
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| Giving up the ghost
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| That’s what hurt the most |