| It’s not my suffering
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| It’s not my wound to cover
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| I’m dying watching you bleed
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| Why can’t I make this better
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| Face down, An inch of water
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| There’s nothing I can do
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| To make you stronger
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| How long will we pray to silence?
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| How long?
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| How long will we pray to silence?
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| How long?
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| Don’t give up, I’ve heard you say
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| Over and over from an open grave
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| Eviscerated by your misery
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| I watched you rot inside an open grave
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| A blade between my ribs
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| It never lets me forget
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| Fight with every breath
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| To keep the anger in
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| Ripped out
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| Sense of compassion
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| Stitch by stitch
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| You just let it happen
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| How long will we pray to silence?
|
| How long?
|
| Don’t give up, I’ve heard you say
|
| Over and over from an open grave
|
| Eviscerated by your misery
|
| I watched you rot inside an open grave
|
| It’s not my suffering
|
| It’s not my wound to cover
|
| I’m dying watching you bleed
|
| Why can’t I make this better
|
| Ripped out
|
| Sense of compassion
|
| Stitch by stitch
|
| You just let it happen
|
| Don’t give up, I’ve heard you say
|
| Over and over from an open grave
|
| Eviscerated by your misery
|
| I watched you rot inside an open grave
|
| Eviscerated by your misery
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| I watched you rot inside an open grave |