| If I count down the bloody days
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| A fact, no dream, a quarantine
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| If I come down and I wasted me
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| A trap, a run through a bloody maze
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| A push swallow deep
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| Life’s got what’s killing me
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| Talk indiscreet
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| I don’t wanna say, I don’t wanna stay
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| I am stained
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| In bloody rain
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| Run till you die in vain
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| High, join me endless ride
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| Ghosts who cannot find the lane
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| Why aren’t we trying?
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| To try to think we cannot see?
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| Life, the reasons
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| Washed away like dirt with bloody rain
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| If I come down it’s killing me
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| A badge for things that you wouldn’t say
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| If I move on but remain the same
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| If I proclaim to be ok
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| The cop and the thief
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| Both got what’s killing me
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| God, I’m not here
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| And I’ve never been, I’ll never be
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| I am stained
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| In bloody rain
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| Run till you die in vain
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| High, join me endless ride
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| Ghosts who cannot find the lane
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| Why aren’t we trying?
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| To try to think we cannot see?
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| Life, the reasons
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| Washed away like dirt with bloody rain
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| Bloody rain
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| Bloody rain
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| You are nothing
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| So am I?
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| Let us dance
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| Among the bloody sky |