| Bittersweet remedy — Heal me
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| I’ve tried to be everything you need of me
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| I’m not holding my breath, I know that ruin merely rests
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| I can feel it pressed against my chest
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| Like a virus, I’ve tried to find us, a way out of this hole
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| With my hands pressed against my nose
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| I’m trying to be holy, but I still don’t feel whole
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| I’m trying to be holy, but I still don’t feel whole
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| Can’t you see that it’s haunting me, every night when I try to sleep?
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| I’m so weak
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| Burdened by the epiphany that misery’s periphery won’t let me be
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| The grass is always greener when you live in black and white
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| I try to close my eyes, imagine everything’s alright
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| But honey like an arrow, sewn into a quiver
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| It’s in my marrow, it’s in my liver
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| You watch me wilt away like a flower without rain
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| There’s nothing you can do, honey, please just look away
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| I am nailed to this cross, and I must carry it alone
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| I’d ask you to hold my hands but they’re worn to the bone
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| Can’t you see that it’s haunting me, every night when I try to sleep?
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| I’m so weak
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| Burdened by the epiphany
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| That misery’s periphery won’t let me be
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| Bittersweet remedy — Leave me
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| Its shadow follows me
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| I try to fall asleep
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| Fall asleep
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| I try to fall asleep |