| Silhouettes cascade upon porcelain extremities
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| Slipping through the cracks
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| My spirits torn my body lapsed
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| What have I done?
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| What have I done?
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| Looking for love down the barrel of a loaded gun
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| Lovers torn asunder
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| Sleeping beneath a murder of crows
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| Black as pitch
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| The rapture since left with you
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| This can’t be happening again
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| This can’t be happening
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| Walk away from me
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| I’m no good, too far gone
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| Don’t wait for me
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| Nothing inside worth holding on to
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| If we’re all that we got, then let it rot
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| Two counterparts barbwire around the hearts
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| Don’t wait for me
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| Nothing inside worth loving
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| Don’t wait for me
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| Nothing worth loving |