| Say in vain
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| There is now no fucking way
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| That I would measure up
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| To the standards I should heed
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| The tenants of the human race
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| I know how long I’ve been the sum of my parts
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| A pile of ones and zeros
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| Can you see the cancer in my brain
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| Is digging deeper in
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| Slowly swallowing
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| Cause I’m the wraith holding the sails
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| At my own neck
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| What’s left to know
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| You knew that I was no saint
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| And I don’t want to say what you say
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| This disease is the cure
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| Can you see the cancer in my brain
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| Is digging deeper in
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| Slowly swallowing
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| Cause I’m the wraith holding the sails
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| At my own neck
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| Maybe, just maybe
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| Fate will cut me one last break
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| Cause it’s black
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| But it’s all that I’m used to
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| A stranger waiting to emerge
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| And claim what I once was
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| Can you see the cancer in my brain
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| Is digging deeper in
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| Slowly swallowing
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| Cause I’m the wraith holding the sails
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| At my own neck
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| Death means nothing to men like me
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| It’s the event that proves them right
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| And the sails still at my neck
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| The cancer is sinking, sinking, sinking |