| I woke up to the sounds of breaking glass
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| Tried to remember where I was last
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| Blood on my hands none in my veins
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| I went back to the avenue to do it again
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| I kept on telling myself I must be doing alright
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| Somehow I’d made it to another night
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| Then I saw you standing there
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| Well suddenly I didn’t care about anything
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| I’m so strung out on you
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| There’s nothing left of me
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| But the life I took from the air you breathed
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| I’m so strung out on you
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| There’s nothing left of me
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| But the life I lost and a memory of you
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| I was running from my hunger to find what I craved
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| Felt myself going under but I wasn’t afraid
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| Starving to taste the sight of you
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| So weak that I knew I might not ever get to
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| I went searching for the soul that led me here
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| Tried to find some faith in all this fear
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| And there you were still standing there
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| Well nothing matters — I just don’t care
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| I woke up to the sounds of breaking glass
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| Tried to remember what happened last
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| Blood on my hands but feeling no pain
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| I went back to the avenue to it again
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| And again |