| It was dawn and the kitchen light was still on
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| I stepped in, found the suicide asleep on the floor
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| An open mouth, screams and makes no sound
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| Apart from the ring of the tinnitus of silence
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| You had your ear to the ground
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| White noise, I don’t know if there’s breathing or not
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| Butterflied arms tell me that this one has flown
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| Blood seems black, against the skin of your porcelain back
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| A still life is the last I will see of you, a painting of a panic attack
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| You died in my sleep last night
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| You died in your sleep last night
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| You died in your sleep last night
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| You died in my sleep last night
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| You died in my sleep last night
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| You died in your sleep last night
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| You died in your sleep last night
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| You died in your sleep last night
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| You died in my sleep last night
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| You died in your sleep last night
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| (Even now, when asleep, I’ll tread with care)
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| Death dreams you don’t forget
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| It’s been a while since I dreamed this
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| Even now, when asleep, I’ll tread with care
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| Death dreams you don’t forget
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| It’s been a while since I dreamed this
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| Even now, when asleep, I’ll tread with care
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| Death dreams you don’t forget
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| It’s been a while since I dreamed this
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| Even now, when asleep, I’ll tread with care
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| Death dreams you don’t forget
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| It’s been a while since I dreamed this
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| Even now, when asleep, I’ll tread with care |