| How can we forgive ourselves?
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| For what we have become?
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| How should we bear this burden?
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| Displace the things we’ve done?
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| I loved you so fucking much
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| It nearly lasted a lifetime
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| Fuck! |
| I scratched my heart out
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| Just to watch it bleed…
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| I wish I was kerosene, just to set myself on fire
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| I wish I was kerosene, I’d burn all we’ve edified
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| I wish I was kerosene, plain to set your world on fire
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| I wish I was kerosene, just to feed the flames
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| And a bottle of whiskey later
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| I can still recall the shape of your face
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| While I forgot my way home
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| While I forgot my own fucking name
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| While I forgot my own fucking name
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| Who even calls this place home?
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| In the best case it’s a grave with a view
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| I was never really here
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| But the streets still seem to know my name |