| Watching it crumble
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| Might have eased the hurt
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| Feeling it disappear
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| Only made it worse
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| Pulling it piece by piece
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| Slashing up ribbons could dismiss
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| To slowly disintegrate
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| Could have been the perfect gift
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| May you feel this, while you sleep
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| Push the poisonous thorns in you
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| May you feel this while you wake
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| Bear your poisonous thorns
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| Walk into traffic
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| Running with open knives
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| Searching for mercy here
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| That I’m too weak to find
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| To take my deepest breath
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| I walk into the raging sea
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| To drown out this emptiness
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| It’s all you have left for me
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| May you feel this, while you sleep
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| Push the poisonous thorns in you
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| May you feel this while you wake
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| Bear your poisonous thorns
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| I hope you feel this
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| I hope that you can feel this
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| As it’s fading the darkness shifts (the darkness shifts)
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| This may be the perfect gift
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| May you feel this, while you sleep
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| Push the poisonous thorns in you
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| May you feel this while you wake
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| Bear your poisonous thorns
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| May you feel this, may you feel this while you wake
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| May you feel this, may you feel this while you wake |