| Abandonment still fresh upon the tips of our tongues
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| The whispers we’ve chosen to live and die in will infect deaf ears with the
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| discordance of deceit
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| Why do we scream when there is nothing left to say?
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| Silently acknowledging the solace in loss
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| I am content with throwing everything away because I lost myself when I found
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| you
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| Carry me back to your bed
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| My conscience is my coffin and I swear sometimes I’d rather be dead
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| Make sure that I still feel, I don’t care how much it hurts
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| I’ll always be numb on my side of the earth
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| In the dark I watched the light hit your skin, hoping that my eyes might never
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| adjust
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| Soft sounds save me from the confines of sleep because hearing your voice once
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| was never enough
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| I think I’ve finally identified the Difference
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| I think I live in both my hell and my home
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| I will forever be a slave to your distance
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| Don’t let me in
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| Don’t let me go
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| Carry me back to your bed
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| My conscience is my coffin and I swear sometimes I’d rather be dead
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| Make sure that I still feel, I don’t care how much it hurts
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| I’ll always be numb on my side of the earth
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| Don’t let me in, don’t let me go
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| (In this moment)
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| I’d rather die than live without you
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| I’d rather die |