| He was just hanging there stretched out and slightly blue
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| The look on his face will never leave my mind
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| It was in his eyes
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| A coldness yet a comfort that we strive for
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| You could see that he planned this for quite some time
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| Clean shaven with his hair slicked back
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| Thought was taken in his final desperate times
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| Sick man, the thoughts sink in
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| Desperate to cling on to his miserable life
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| Sick man, the thoughts sink in
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| Desperate to cling onto it
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| Walk out to the woods desperate and tired
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| Walk out to the woods sick and tired
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| Silent and alone he tries to drink his way out
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| Nothing left but this pain
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| His mind spins into fits of rage
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| Black jacket with mud on his shoes
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| He wears his story four feet high
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| Nothing left, no soul, no cold miserable life
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| Sick man, the thoughts sink in
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| Desperate to cling onto his miserable life
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| Sick man, the thoughts sink in
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| Desperate to cling onto it
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| Walk out to the woods desperate and tired
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| Walk out to the woods sick and tired |