| Is there a god looking out for me?
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| I’ve waited for what feels like centuries
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| There’s no change
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| Barely coherent for a day
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| And misery comes at me like a freight train
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| The bitter taste
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| The barren waste
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| I collapse in this burning space
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| My soul reaches out to God
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| But he can’t reciprocate (He can’t reciprocate)
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| Clouds pass covering the sun in my dreams
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| My coma spanned for centuries it seems
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| Do you really understand just how desolate my world can get?
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| Said it’s more like a noose tied tightly, tightly
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| Around my neck
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| My world is so desolate
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| Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
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| Either way, I don’t know where I’ll end up
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| Clouds pass covering the sun in my dreams
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| My coma spanned for centuries it seems
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| Do you really understand just how desolate my world can get?
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| Said it’s more like a noose tied tightly, tightly
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| Around my neck
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| My mother’s dead
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| My lover’s left hanging by a thread
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| Said it’s more like a noose tied tightly, tightly
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| Around my neck
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| The louder that I scream, no one hears me
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| The more that I’m awake, I’m still dreaming
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| The louder that I scream, no one hears me
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| The more that I’m awake, I’m still dreaming
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| Don’t you cry for me when I’m gone
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| Pick up this scattered debris
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| From the wreckage that I leave behind
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| You can’t save me
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| I’m not worth it anyway
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| One foot on safe ground, the other hanging off the edge |