| Looking for something that is real
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| I can’t remember how to feel
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| The moments pass before my eyes
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| Make it hard to say goodbye
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| Staring straight into the sun
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| Life pouring from my hands like dust
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| Empty heart and jet black lungs
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| What have I become
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| Am I dead or am I alive
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| I don’t feel at all
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| Like I did when I was young
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| I’m feeling dead inside
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| But I’m too afraid to die
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| And I despise
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| The world I see through blood shot eyes
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| I look up to the sky
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| And fall asleep
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| To gunshot lullabies
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| Lullabies
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| And though it seems I’ve sealed my fate
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| My life’s a canvas I will paint
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| An image of myself I hate
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| But can anyone relate
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| In the midst of life and death
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| Living under this regret
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| If I give up will I find rest
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| Cause I haven’t found it yet
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| Am I dead or am I alive
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| I don’t feel at all
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| Like I did when I was young
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| I’m feeling dead inside
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| But I’m too afraid to die
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| And I despise
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| The world I see through blood shot eyes
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| I look up to the sky
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| And fall asleep
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| To gunshot lullabies
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| Lullabies
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| I’d like to speak of love and all it’s glory
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| Instead I write it out in sadder stories
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| I try to fill the void with
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| Anything at all
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| But I can’t
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| I don’t feel at all
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| Like I did when I was young
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| I’m feeling dead inside
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| I don’t feel at all
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| Like I did when I was young
|
| I’m feeling dead inside
|
| But I’m too afraid to die
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| And I despise
|
| The world I see through blood shot eyes
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| I look up to the sky
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| And fall asleep
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| To gunshot lullabies
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| Lullabies
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| Gunshot lullabies
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| Lullabies |