| Empty vessel, under the sun
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| Wipe the dust from my face
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| Another morning, black Sunday
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| Coming down again
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| I’m coming down again
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| Empty vessel, empty veins
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| Empty bottle, wish for rain
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| That pain again
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| Wash the blood off my face
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| The pulse from my brain
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| That pain again
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| And I feel that pain again
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| I’m looking over my shoulder
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| 'Cause millions will whisper
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| I’m killing myself again
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| Maybe I’m dying faster
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| But nothing ever lasts
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| I remember a night from my past
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| When I was stabbed in the back
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| And it’s all coming back
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| And I feel that pain again
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| I abhor you, I condemn you
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| 'Cause this pain will never end
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| You got away without a scratch
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| And now you’re walking on a lucky path
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| I have to laugh
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| But you’d better watch your back
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| There’s pathetic opposition
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| They’re the cause of my condition
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| I’ll be coming back for them
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| I’ve a solution for this sad situation
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| Nothing left but to kill myself again
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| Because I’m so empty |