| Well, I am a shallow grave
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| I'm a holy ghost, whoa
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| I am that tidal wave that you'll miss most
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| Oh, so lonely, so sad
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| So vicious, so mad
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| Poor me, poor me
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| Well, I am that empty glass that you're sipping on
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| I am that cigarette that you're quitting on
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| Oh, so lonely, so sad
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| So vicious, so mad
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| Poor me, poor me
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| I like the steady rainfall, black and white movies
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| Oh oh, getting used to the pain, I think I might use it
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| Oh, poor me, poor me
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| Poor me, poor me
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| Yeah, poor me, poor me
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| I'm a bad habit that you can't shake
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| Oh, I'm a hip swinger
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| Oh, I'm an earthquake
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| So lonely, so sad
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| So vicious, so mad
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| Poor me, poor me, poor me
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| I am your Graceland
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| Oh, you're my saving grace, I swear
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| I'm only one man
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| Oh, I'm two-faced
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| So lonely, so sad
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| So vicious, so mad
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| Poor me, poor me, poor me
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| I like the steady rainfall, black and white movies
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| Getting used to the pain, I think I might use it
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| Oh, poor me, poor me
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| Dear Allan
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| As much as it pains me to say
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| I really fell in love with you
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| Why is it so hard for you to find balance between love and music?
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| Why does loving me mean the death of you?
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| I've experienced it first hand, your ability to love something more than music
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| You've now created the things that'll haunt you the most
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| Please, allow yourself to love again
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| For it may do the opposite of what you fear
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| You told me once that you believed love creates a respite of death
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| And I've struggled to understand the entrapment that you feel
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| Because I, too, fear death just as much as anyone else
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| Not just the physical sense of the word
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| But in the idea of what death represents
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| Dreams and aspirations becoming finite
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| I never wanted to be your demon
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| But you have made me this way
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| Your lack of compassion feeds my obsession
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| I am your wolf and you are the flavor that I will forever chase to taste again |