| Somewhere outside the city line on Christmas morning
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| Gnashing my teeth on a day of crowning
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| My mother made sure that I was eating
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| Enough for me to be aware of everything
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| Enough to see if I was breathing
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| When my time comes, I’ll be comfortably numb
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| When your time comes, I’ll be comfortably alone
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| Salt my wound, salt my wound
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| Time will heal it all by June
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| Woke up in the house I grew up in
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| With all my troubles where I caved in
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| My bones showed through, paper thin
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| Thought you’d show up, where have you been?
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| Thought we’d grow old, where have I been?
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| But they took everything from me
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| And it took a god damn toll on me
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| But they took everything from me
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| But they took everything from me
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| And it took a god damn toll on me
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| But they took everything from me
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| And it took a god damn toll on me
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| When my time comes, I’ll be comfortably numb
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| When your time comes, I’ll be comfortably alone
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| Salt my wound, salt my wound
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| Time will heal it all by June
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| I just want to feel again
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| Would God let this pain end?
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| Like a virtue I’d be by own side
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| Would they stay even after I bite?
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| Would they stay even after I bite?
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| They say what’s left of you will haunt you for free
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| They say what’s left of you will set you free
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| They say what’s left of you will haunt you for free
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| They say what’s left of you will set you free |