| It’s the emptiness that follows you down
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| It’s the ache inside when it all burns out
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| It’s poisonous it muscles it aches
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| It’s everything you had when it breaks
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| It’s the emptiness that’s all you have left
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| Too terrified of your frozen breath
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| It’s a bitter mouth it’s buttered and knived
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| It’s the awful truth you fight for your life
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| It might as well it might as well hurt
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| It might as well it might as well
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| I went down to rescue you
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| I went all the way down
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| Fill your hungry wretched life
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| Here they come it’s closing time
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| It’s the bitter root it’s twisted inside
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| It’s the heart you used to have when it died
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| It’s the emptiness it poisons it lies
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| It’s everything that you’ll never find
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| It might as well it might as well hurt
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| It might as well it might as well
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| I went down for the remains
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| Sort through all your blurs and stains
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| Take your rapture blister burns
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| Stand in line it’s not your turn
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| All dressed in red, always the bride
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| Off with her head, all dressed in white
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| Off with her head
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| I went down to rescue you
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| I went all the way down
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| I went down for the remains
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| Sort through all your blurs and stains
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| Ooh, I will follow you
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| Anytime anywhere
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| Ooh, I will come for you
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| Just say you aren’t there |