| Submerged in filth and excess bile
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| My life has become terminal
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| Black, white, memories fade
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| Into a pool of murky gray
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| Sky unfolds and it steals a kiss
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| And takes the breath away from off my lips
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| Waste away and around while love sends
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| Carnage through our town loves sends hate
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| And I feel like you oughta know
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| The who’s what’s and when’s are memories go
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| But I breath. |
| Get lost in a dream
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| Waste away and around while love sends
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| Carnage through our town, I still waste away
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| Ready or not, you’re buried
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| Ready or not, you’re buried
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| Room with a view. |
| From with a view
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| I can’t fake my memories, I can’t fake my memories
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| Ready or not, you’re buried
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| Ready or not, you’re buried
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| I still find a way to waste around
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| While love sends carnage through our town
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| Love sends hate a view (a room with a view) |