| I’m digging myself a grave in a downpour
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| You used to beg down on your knees
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| But the hole still fills with rain
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| They’ve long since covered your casket
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| And you’re not here to stop me
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| So I’ll dig another hole right next to you, my final resting place
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| Bury me!
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| Fill my lungs with the earth!
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| Bury me!
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| My casket is the dirt!
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| Maybe I’m afraid of nothing
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| Overthinking gets the best of me
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| I don’t have much left to live for
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| You can come and take the rest of me
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| I’m not asking for forgiveness
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| I just regret what I did not do
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| To depend on me is to depend on uncertainty
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| Maybe that’s the reason I lost you
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| I can’t seem to avoid the thought of taking blame for the deaths of the ones I
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| love
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| The tempest in my chest continues to rage on
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| Here I am again
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| Standing in the rain
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| Here I am again
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| Choking on the truth
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| I stand staring at your tombstone
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| A grave reminder of the past
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| Every time I hear a ring
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| Memories come flooding back
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| I will not bury myself
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| Instead I’ll bury the shovel
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| Let go of the things I’m not and accept what I don’t have
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| Maybe I’m afraid of nothing
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| Overthinking gets the best of me
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| Maybe I’m afraid of living
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| It’s my mind that gets the best and you can have the rest of me |