| It’s kind of awkward to admit that I’ve been less than forthright
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| When I implied that I was ready to die
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| Because my conscience weighs so heavy on my shoulders and mind —
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| I’m coming clean my friend, I told you a lie
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| In fact, the truth is I’ve only used this
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| To understand why we’re all here
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| It’s time to dismiss it might be Christmas
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| That’s just ridiculous from what I can hear
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| Because the fact is I’ve been waiting for my love to return —
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| They locked him up for crimes he didn’t commit
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| And all I wanted was to keep myself alive to the end
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| So I could have a chance to see him again
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| And so I led your sorry soul off to your death in the woods
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| And I deprived you of a chance to pretend
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| That this apocalypse was more than just us reaching the end
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| Of every story, every conflict withstood
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| In fact, the truth is I’ve only used this
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| To understand why we’re all here
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| It’s time to dismiss it might be Christmas
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| That’s just ridiculous from what I can hear
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| He said his goodbyes, it’s my turn to cry —
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| Where is my comfort? |
| I’ve run out of time
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| To wonder when I will se my love again
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| Now that’s over, we’ve come to the end
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| I’ve got nothing to say, I’ve got nothing to beg
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| For, I’ve got no reason at all to pretend
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| Anymore that it’s fine that we’re dead — Hear that friends?
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| You’re all I’ve got left so just listen again
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| He said his goodbyes now it’s my turn to cry
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| Where is my comfort? |
| I’ve run out of time
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| To wonder when I will see my love again —
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| Now that’s over, we’ve come to the end
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| I’ve got nothing to say, I’ve got nothing to beg
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| For, I’ve got no reason at all to pretend
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| Anymore that it’s fine that we’re dead — Hear that friends?
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| Guess I might as well crumple up, now that I am dead |