| If it’s already me, I’m so much weaker than I can comprehend and man,
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| I miss my friend
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| If it’s already me, I wake up gripping the skin that you buried me in
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| Dear friends, for the help you’ve been I’ll write the words of the last time I
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| am breathing in
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| And for the years that I hate myself, and you can burn with each other’s souls
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| (in hell)
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| I am but a shadow of myself, and it helps
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| It’s me I found, it’s already me I can feel in the ground
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| It’s me I found, it’s already me I can feel in the ground
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| Mother, is it peace I’ve found?
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| Mother, is it over now?
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| And will I get to see my friend?
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| I’m so much weaker than I can comprehend
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| I’d give everything I give in
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| Don’t help me
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| Mother, is it peace I’ve found?
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| Mother, is it over now?
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| And will I get to see my friend?
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| I’m so much weaker than I can comprehend
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| I’d give everything I give in
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| Don’t help me
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| I’m just a shadow of myself
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| Oh, how your troubles, they’re leading me out of here
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| Oh, is it over now, my dear?
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| And how my body sways, nothing but the cold outside would let my eyes see
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| straight
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| And it was freezing for summer
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| I couldn’t let it in, and I guess nothing in this life exists quite long enough
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| to live (quite long enough to live) |