| I want nothing more than to fill the hole inside my heart
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| Or else in my head, shoot me dead
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| Because the pain never leaves
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| I want to lie with the deceased
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| And rid my self of all these thoughts that circle me
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| But then again
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| In the end
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| That’s what brought me here initially
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| One man, two souls
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| He leads, I follow
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| One man, two souls
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| He leads, I follow
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| I’m left to deal
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| With wounds that won’t heal
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| And only I know
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| The way the blood flows inside my veins
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| Could this be my last night
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| Amongst the pains of sight?
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| There’s the man that you see with the innocent face
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| Then there’s the man that I feel
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| Who’s made a mess of the place
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| My place, my home
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| Where I’m left to be alone
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| It’s the last thing I had to myself
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| Now his hands plaster my bones
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| Theres a stench in my soul
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| As my gut rots
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| This lack of faith in control
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| Nothing makes sense
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| My heads in my hands
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| There are fractures and dents
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| And I don’t know which wall to throw it against
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| The ones who can’t think or breathe
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| Will make the best of company
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| A family who would want the same for me
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| A bed of wooden sheets
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| Drill into my brain
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| Please just this once treat me like you would the mentally insane
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| Strap me down, fix me, fix me
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| Make me believe
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| That I’m one step closer to sanity
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| One step closer to finally getting my closure
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| The ones who can’t think or breathe
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| Will make the best of company
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| A family who would want the same for me
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| A bed of wooden sheets
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| A bed of wooden sheets |