| All of these thoughts that come running through my head, they seem to be
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| distorted pictures.
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| Memories of how I first got to this point, through a blurry polaroid.
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| Days in the wilderness, lost in the emptiness. |
| All my thoughts are clouded by
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| the pitch black mourning of something long gone, a ghost without a name.
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| Ghost without a name
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| Ghost without a name
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| Ghost without a name
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| When mourning comes, it screams so loud.
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| Crackin' up again.
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| Wash the blood and hide the evidence.
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| The sun arise, it burns my eyes.
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| Well, I never thought it would come to this… my dear.
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| Crashed on the way down, my head first into the ground.
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| Bloodstains lead the way home for me.
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| Follow the trail from the ground to the wrist to these pale, anemic eyes.
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| Erase and rewind, throw it all back in time. |
| Tell me, will I still remember you?
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| And how comes, the last thing I see as I pass out, is you fading to black.
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| When mourning comes, it screams so loud.
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| Crackin' up again.
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| Wash the blood and hide the evidence.
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| The sun arise, it burns my eyes.
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| Well, I never thought it would come to this… my dear. |