| You’re rest assured that I have heard
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| In smokey skies and infant cries
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| All of my lies fly high in pride
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| Fortune and fortune
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| And gold and gold
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| I’m told I’ll get my fortune and gold
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| But I feel cold and left alone
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| To sit idly by my graveyard stone
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| All my thoughts
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| Turn into oughts
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| Could of beens
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| Should of beens
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| Whether I’m free or not
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| All my sadness
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| Banished, it’s madness!
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| It’s vanished and never coming back
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| My face to the floor
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| Heart racing no more
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| These lungs I adore
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| Have rot to the core
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| In my last weakened swallow
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| My heart becomes hallowed
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| As the lands in my mind become fallow
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| All the dark and dreary nights
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| I stand alone in terror and fright
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| Crying out my pain and fear
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| Into the silence I hold dear
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| The breeze, the breath of God — is still
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| And kills my cold and frozen shrill
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| Soft yet broken my body free falls
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| Though shattered glass and haunting halls
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| All my thoughts
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| Turn into oughts
|
| Could of beens
|
| Should of beens
|
| Whether I’m free or not
|
| All my sadness
|
| Banished, it’s madness!
|
| It’s vanished and never coming back |
| My face to the floor
|
| Heart racing no more
|
| These lungs I adore
|
| Have rot to the core
|
| In my last weakened swallow
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| My heart becomes hallowed
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| As the lands in my mind become fallow
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| Soon the end will come to pass
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| The future and present give way to past
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| You’ll leave this cold and fragile world
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| To dance upon the starlit whirl of
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| Truth becomes irrational
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| And love becomes love actual
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| You try to react in time for action
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| But the fever has grown and killed your sorry soul |