| Bring myself to life as I lay here and I left
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| my soul behind in a letter and it read:
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| 'For all the days that ever scarred and let me rip apart my skull,
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| I’ve had a taste of all the darkest and
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| choose to give it all…'
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| «So long to life», as I lay here and I let
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| my soul drip-dry in a letter (self-addressed).
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| Yeah then they’ll learn
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| the shadows don’t discern as nations rot.
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| And we will dance in autumn’s dying leaves.
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| But when they’ve burned:
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| the emptiness I’ve heard as nations rot.
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| And we will dance in autumn’s dying leaves
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| Dance before the summoning.
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| I’ll scream my spite to silence…
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| Win the battle and then?
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| I desire disorder and who’ll live in the afterglow?
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| Will you paint you to their eyes?
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| I desire disorder and who’ll live in the afterglow?
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| Bring myself to life as I lay here and I left
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| my soul behind in a letter and it read:
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| 'For all the days that ever scarred and let me rip apart my skull,
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| I’ve had a taste of all the darkest and
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| choose to give it all…'
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| Yeah then they’ll learn
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| the shadows don’t discern as nations rot.
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| And we will dance in autumn’s dying leaves.
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| But when they’ve burned:
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| the emptiness I’ve heard as nations rot.
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| And we will dance in autumn’s dying leaves
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| Dance before the summoning.
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| I’ll scream my spite to silence…
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| Win the battle and then?
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| I desire disorder and who’ll live in the afterglow?
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| Will you paint you to their eyes?
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| I desire disorder and who’ll live in the afterglow?
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| I’ll never understand.
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| I’ll offer up my hand. |