| if i could feel anything
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| it wouldn’t feel at all like this
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| if i could wake anywhere
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| i wouldn’t wake up at home
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| if i could hear anything
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| it would be your voice to say
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| you should be you should be at home here now
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| i dont feel at home at all
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| this is where i will sit
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| to pay for all the wrong i’ve done
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| this is where i will sleep
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| to pay for all the wrong i’ve done
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| this is where i will wake
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| to pay for all the wrong i’ve done
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| this is where i will think
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| about all the wrong i’ve done
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| hope your funeral goes as planned
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| and everyone falls all around you
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| bringing flowers to make a pillow
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| for your weary head
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| i wont be there when you scream
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| at all the voices all around you
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| saying the things you never ever want to hear about
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| i wont be there when you die
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| a thousand deaths for just one lie
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| it’s amazing how you stay awake at all
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| i’ll be waiting way down here
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| and i’ll be waiting all alone
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| waiting for you waiting for you
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| all the rats and spiders
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| will probably laeve me here alone
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| just like everyone they’ve got something better
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| that they can do
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| everything that was to be
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| forgotten us and will be gone
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| everyone that was to be
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| now somehow all became a memory |