| I can feel the walls closing in
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| And I don’t want to talk anymore
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| Wish I could quietly slip away
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| And leave you here with no void
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| The only reason I stay is to care for you
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| Everything else in me has atrophied
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| And I am cold and painless now
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| I want to live but I feel nothing
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| When can I die? |
| When can I go?
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| When will I be free? |
| When will I know?
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| When can I run? |
| My legs are bound
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| When can I go? |
| When can I go?
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| Was born a blackened seed in the wild
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| And I never was a child
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| I was pulled right out of the sea
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| And the salt, it never left my body
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| Someone opened me up while I was sleeping
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| And filled my body right up with sand
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| I carry a heaviness like a mountain
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| It forces me to remain
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| Alive and ugly
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| Alive and ugly
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| Alive and ugly
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| Alive and ugly
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| When can I die? |
| When can I go?
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| When will I be free? |
| When will I know?
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| When can I run? |
| My legs are bound
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| Can I leave here, knowing you’ll be strong without me?
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| They’ll clap when you die
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| They’ll love you when you’re dead
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| And they’ll understand
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| And you’ll be forgiven then
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| They’ll clap when you die
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| They’ll love you when you’re dead
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| And they’ll understand
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| And you’ll be forgiven then
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| They’ll clap when you die
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| They’ll love you when you’re dead
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| And they’ll understand
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| And you’ll be forgiven then
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| They’ll clap when you die
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| They’ll love you when you’re dead
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| And they’ll understand
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| And you’ll be forgiven then
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| They’ll clap when you die
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| They’ll love you when you’re dead
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| And they’ll understand
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| And you’ll be forgiven then |