| A long so deep it bruises the inner depths of your soul
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| A fate you just can’t wrap your head around
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| A feeling you can’t describe as it blackens all that you see
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| And all you can see is death and despair
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| Nothing is beautiful and the colors all turn to grey
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| The sun doesn’t shine behind the clouds of your dismay
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| I may never recover from this
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| I may never recover from this, no
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| I may never recover from this
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| I may never recover from this, no
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| And I don’t see how this makes me a better man
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| Was this hole inside part of a bigger plan?
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| They say life goes on but it doesn’t go on the same
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| Not even the taste of blood will satisfy the pain
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| Nothing is beautiful and the colors all turn to grey
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| The sun doesn’t shine behind the clouds of your dismay
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| I may never recover from this
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| I may never recover from this, no
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| I may never recover from this
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| I may never recover from this, no
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| Nothing is beautiful and the colors all turn to grey
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| The sun doesn’t shine behind the clouds of your dismay
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| I may never recover from this
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| I may never recover from this, no
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| I may never recover from this
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| I may never recover from this, no |