| …met up with my soul again on a cold dark road
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| It got tired of me a long time ago. |
| (so I’ve been living alone)
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| Do you know what it is to be dead like me?
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| Can you feel what it is to be dead like me?
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| Can you feel what it is to be?
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| I cut out my heart just the other day
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| Held it in my hand, said it doesn’t work that well anyway
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| (who need blood coarsinf through veins… this is the stain of my father’s
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| shame)
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| This body is ravaged by disease and dispair
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| I just wanted to get away from there
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| (who needs blood coarsing through veins… this is the stain of my father’s
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| shame)
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| I’m tired of feeling so weary and old so tired so hopeless so lifeless and cold
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| (I can almost mark the day when my soul began to fade away)
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| No longer scared of the ghosts I used to see —
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| I’m one of them, they’re just like me
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| (I can almost mark the day when my hope began to fade away)
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| Down on the road I saw a dead man. |
| said, dead man, you look a lot like me
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| (who needs blood. who needs shame. from my father all this came)
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| So I picked up the dead man, put him across my back
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| Said, dead man, we’re going to fade away into the day…
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| Departed my soul again on a cold dark road |