| Abandon all hope, ye who enter here.
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| This halfway house is home to a madman.
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| His ghosts, and his perfect song.
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| This year has been bruised and broken in so many ways that days have long since
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| been abolished.
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| But If all of this could bring my love back to me…
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| I’d do away with the drugs and the drink… and the body count could cease.
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| I’ve sensed her here, but I know that we’re destined to stay seperated.
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| …and this is all my fault.
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| For what it’s worth.
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| It’s worsening, and my song demands an ending… closure.
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| Karma can’t control the beast.
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| I’ve born to swallow us whole.
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| Yes, my heart may beat again — but we all need medicine.
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| So forgive me, love, I’m choosing a fitting end to the abusing.
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| Last night, I leapt through the ceiling.
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| There was just something appealing about leaving my body behind and coming
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| through as you circled overhead.
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| I said all the things that had been missing from the funeral that I had been
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| forbidden from taking any part in.
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| You forgave me for everything while the victims of the song sounded their
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| applause.
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| «The doctor has to go."was the last thing that you said as I found my body back
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| in bed
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| …but then, i guess it’s always been his job to fix this. |