| I do not have any memory of peaceful sleep
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| Feels like I read about it in a novel once
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| I believe that all the little secrets people keep
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| When you drop your guard, and slumber, they come out and front
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| I crush to sleep for nothing, I’m left to beat the sun
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| And my breath, they keep it rushing, my chest, with deep percussion
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| If death and sleep are cousins, then justice is disgusting
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| We’ll probably be cellmates behind Hell’s gates
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| The devil lives inside my eyelids
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| When I close them I hit rising violence, I’m supposed to find some silence
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| Rockin' the back seat of insomniac theatre
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| With the answers in the subtitles, I just can’t read em
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| I’m right where the fears at, fighting the tears back
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| Trying to catch my balance on life before the piers crack
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| I hear that, hate slammin my own little prison
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| I declare that, ?hate band?, my soul didn’t listen
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| So I stare at, the crack in the ceiling until the earth go twistin
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| Glare at, that little feeling that I’ve been burdened with, its turbulant
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| Only you and I know that the hurt exists
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| Everyone else just see the surfaces
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| Somebody tell my mother that I died
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| Somebody tell my mother that I died
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| Somebody tell my mother that I died
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| Somebody tell my mother that I
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| I can only hope that, when I wake up at night in cold sweats
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| That you’re suffering and miserable in your own bed
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| I pray I haunt you the way you haunt me
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| The way I feel I never want to see you walk free
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| I hope your thoughts will burn as you toss and squirm
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| And curse your life, feeling like you lost your turn
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| And I pray that I haunt you the way you haunt me
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| The way I feel I never want to see you walk free
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| I can only hope that, when I wake up at night in cold sweats
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| That you’re suffering and miserable in your own bed
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| I pray I haunt you the way you haunt me
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| The way I feel I never want to see you walk free
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| I hope your thoughts will burn as you toss and squirm
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| And curse your life, feeling like you lost your turn
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| And I pray that I haunt you the way you haunt me
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| The way I feel I never want to see you walk free
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| Fuck you Ali!
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| Somebody tell my mother that I died
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| Somebody tell my mother that I died
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| Somebody tell my mother that I died
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| Somebody tell my mother that I |