| Always knew that this day would come,
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| When my muse would stop calling,
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| Now its here and I’m feeling numb
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| Like a tower that’s falling
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| I can hear all my demons laugh
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| They know how I’m hurting
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| I could pray but it’s no use now
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| The end is here
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| Close my eyes but the notes won’t come,
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| Where they used to come easy
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| All these words that I’ve written down
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| Not one that would please me
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| I could pray, but its no use now
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| The end is here
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| I should have been creating
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| for a rainy day
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| Write down the words when
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| I had something to say
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| Now there’s a dry spell heading my way
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| Let me lay this cliché on you
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| You’ve heard it before, it ain’t nothing new
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| Better say what you have to say,
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| do what you have to do
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| The next one to go could be you |