| If these pills could, they would call my name
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| A quick end
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| Suicide becomes so persuasive and dramatic
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| A beautiful face that lays quietly beside me
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| And I’ll remember every fucking movement
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| I’ve lost control
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| And I’m losing control of who I am
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| Nothing seems to fit
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| These words fill a helpless length of time
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| They make no sense, but serve every fucking purpose
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| Into substance
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| Remember my face when I am gone
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| Oh, I’ve been dead before tonight (Tonight)
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| I’ve felt your grip of eternity (Eternity)
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| Your grip of reality (Reality)
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| Yeah
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| And I’ll remember every movement, and I’ll study it like an infection
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| Curse to your embrace
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| Into substance
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| Crushed by your bloody kiss
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| I’ve been dead before tonight (Tonight)
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| I’ve felt your grip of eternity
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| Together we sleep in an unmarked pine box
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| Oh
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| Oh, been dead before tonight
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| I’ve felt your grip of eternity
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| I still remember that first kiss, that first look, that first touch
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| And how it never made sense
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| You built me up just to be broken
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| I’ve, I’ve been dead before tonight (Tonight)
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| I’ve felt your grip of eternity (Eternity)
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| I’ve been reduced to a fucking substance
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| I’ve been reduced to a fucking substance |