| The noose is getting tight around your neck
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| And every day’s the same
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| Stuck, you’re suffocating in your sleep
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| And there’s no miracle to come
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| As you’re embracing your demise
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| A piece of paper on the counter
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| Only ten or fifteen words
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| To express the desperation
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| And remind them who you were
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| First you take a breath
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| You take a step
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| Are you sure you can take it no more?
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| Watch the sun from the shadows
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| Ghostly reach, it’s so
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| Distant, yet so close
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| Watch the sun from the shadows
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| The rendered picture’s so bleak
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| So monochrome
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| The choice is made
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| Getting ready to execute yourself
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| But these questions still remain
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| Why am I stuck here waiting?
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| Why do I expect something more?
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| And is there more at all?
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| So you took a breath
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| You made that step
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| You are sure you can take it no more
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| Watch the sun from the shadows
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| Ghostly reach, it’s so
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| Distant, yet so close
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| Watch the sun from the shadows
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| The rendered picture’s so bleak
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| So monochrome
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| Your arms are broken branches
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| Your heart — a dying coal
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| A single tear in the corner of your eye |
| But why? |
| But why?
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| Life was just around the corner
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| There to pay you a surprise
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| Time would change it for the better
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| If you only had the time
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| Watch the sun from the shadows
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| Ghostly reach, it’s so
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| Distant, yet so close
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| Watch the sun from the shadows
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| The rendered picture’s so bleak
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| So monochrome |