| Living in a word of what’s been said
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| What I know is I feel dead
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| Alone and in this world so cold
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| Emptying the urn of all that'(s left
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| Burning the candle at both ends
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| One less flame awaits the dawn
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| Would I walk right down to the end
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| And then push my soul right in
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| As I watch the remains of my soul
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| Lost in a crimson flow
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| Seated on the edge of all that’s left
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| An empty shell full of regret
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| And the burden of life goes on
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| Praying for the shining light beyond your life
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| To put an end to your forever lnight
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| Embraced upon the sorrow razorborn smile
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| So I walk right down to the end
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| And I push my soul right in
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| As I watch the remains of my soul
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| Lost in a crimson flow
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| And I watch the remains of my soul
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| My soul is shut
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| My soul is shut
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| My soul is shut
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| My soul is shut
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| So I walk right down to the end
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| And I push my soul right in
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| As I watch the remains of my soul
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| Lost in a crimson flow
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| And I feel that I might be dead
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| And I know it might be said
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| Free from this world so dark and cold |