| Standing in the rain, pushing through the crowd. |
| Watching them scrape up pieces
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| of your brain.
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| A world without you will never be the same. |
| You left the pain behind.
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| Memories of you playing in my mind. |
| Your body will rot.
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| Pretending you’re asleep beneath the earth, buried in a pretty box as if your
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| corpse had any worth.
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| They call it the coward’s way out, I call it courage.
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| Lifting up the sheet for the coroner, I can’t recognize you anymore.
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| But I still think that you’re gorgeous, I still think that you’re gorgeous.
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| Your reconstructed face. |
| Pity, such beauty went to a putrid waste.
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| The smell of death fuming from your rotting mouth.
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| The tracks of stitches running underneath your blouse.
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| I hope that you’re watching this as I give you one last kiss farewell,
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| we’ll meet again in hell.
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| No matter how deep you fall, I will hear your call. |
| Nothing can stand between
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| us nothing at all.
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| Burning slowly forever, at least we’re together, hold my hand and close your
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| eyes.
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| Don’t be afraid, everyone dies, your body will rot.
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| Pretending you’re asleep beneath the earth, buried in a pretty box as if your
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| corpse had any worth.
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| They call it the coward’s way out, I call it courage.
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| I still think you’re gorgeous, the amber flames lick your tortured face.
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| Our bodies melt.
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| I still think you’re gorgeous, the amber flames lick your tortured face.
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| Our bodies melt, and then interlace. |