| Don’t adorn me like the dead
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| I deserve to look like myself once again
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| Suspended from the sky like ornaments
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| Nothing to no one, only memories misread
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| I am a farewell that even heaven won’t accept
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| Collecting scars like souvenirs of pasts we can’t forget
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| Broken glass, swept over the bodies I know best
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| I am a farewell that even heaven won’t accept
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| Separate me from a finished product like needle and thread
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| Translating words to portray the vacant pages they live in
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| A requiem worshipped for the pauses it contains
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| Praising not the essence but the meaningless remain
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| Collecting shards from mirror images of me
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| I am no idol
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| I am no idol for the weak
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| Nothing to no one, a memory misread
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| Collecting shards from mirror images of me
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| I am no idol for the weak
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| I am a farewell
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| I am a farewell that even heaven won’t accept
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| I am a farewell that even heaven won’t accept
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| Collecting scars like souvenirs of pasts we can’t forget
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| Broken glass, swept over the bodies I know best
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| I am a farewell that even heaven won’t accept |