| On a shelf in the basement of the house on the hill
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| In a jar, lies the heart, of the girl with no will
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| She was sad, she was cold, but her mother always said
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| Never cry,
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| never fight and wear a smile 'til you’re dead and so she did
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| And so she did
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| And so he came, wearing black, to the place she always went
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| To escape, all the shit, burying the torment
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| He approaches quietly, placed his hand down on her shoulder
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| «Baby girl, come with me and the nightmare will be over.»
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| She smells like rain and sugarcane
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| The bane of my life, the wisp of smoke in the night
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| I promise if you’d ever seen such pretty veins,
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| Just as well you’d want to end your life.
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| On a clock, past the minute hand, a second too late,
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| Grab the glock, doesn’t matter cause you’re just deadweight
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| Load it up, write a letter 'bout the world you tried to save
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| Burn it up, fuck 'em all, leaving now sounds great.
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| She smells like rain and sugarcane
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| The bane of my life, the wisp of smoke in the night
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| I promise if you’d ever seen such pretty veins,
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| Just as well you’d want to end your life.
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| She reeks of pain and cellophane
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| The hate in all of our hearts, I swear we’re doomed from the start
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| Don’t wash out the stains, this is a war and
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| Your words are your weapons, so load up and do your part.
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| You’ve gotta break your back before
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| You can learn to walk with an iron spine.
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| You need a broken heart to see
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| That you cannot bleed if you believe.
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| Don’t try to cease the evil,
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| Become it.
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| Fight fire with fire hand in hand
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| With the dark.
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| She smells like rain and sugarcane
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| The bane of my life, the wisp of smoke in the night
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| I promise if you’d ever seen such pretty veins,
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| Just as well you’d want to end your life.
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| She reeks of pain and cellophane
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| The hate in all of our hearts, I swear we’re doomed from the start
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| Don’t wash out the stains, this is a war and
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| Your words are your weapons, so load up and do your part. |