| I staged your death and then covered all my steps when I was dreaming
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| No evidence, left no fingerprints
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| And no one heard you screaming
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| Wake up and try
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| Shake out the feeling that’s stuck inside
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| Sometimes it seems the world had it in for me, it’s so defeating
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| Goddammit what did I do wrong?
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| Did I deserve it?
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| Was there some sick and twisted underlying purpose?
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| Something
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| Something tells me
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| That I won’t ever really understand it
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| I watch you die when I close my eyes
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| But I still hear your whisper
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| Clean out the shades, the dull pain, and blood
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| That’s underneath the blister
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| It doesn’t stop
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| Face down and float up to the top
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| Dead skin and phantom limb memories, I feel them like a splinter
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| Goddammit what did I do wrong, did I deserve it?
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| Was there some sick and twisted underlying purpose?
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| I’m drained out and calloused
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| Drop the dead weight and keep my balance
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| Take beauty, leave it rendered lifeless and perverted
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| I kick myself when I’m overwhelmed and when I feel surrounded
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| I take a breath 'cause there’s nothing left that I can do about it
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| I just need to relax a little
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| I just need to relax a little
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| I just need to relax a little
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| I just need to relax a little |