| The sun drips down to rain.
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| Could be there’s something wrong
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| (but I’ve forgotten now…)
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| I feed a faint glimmer, then it’s over.
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| I feel with hands that are already numb.
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| So subtly it came to me:
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| There’s nothing more than if I lived without the pleasure of the pain in me,
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| I’d pass the crown and draw the curtain down.
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| I feed the faintest…(but then it’s over)
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| I feel with hands that are already numb.
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| I wear the same wounds that tore so open
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| but never thought the blade removed.
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| In memory, I never felt that strong;
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| it dawned on the day you broke me.
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| In memory, I never did belong
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| to dawn on the day you broke me.
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| This poisoned tip so strange to see.
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| I’d laugh before and you chose to ignore
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| for reasons. |
| Still I wait
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| before the final hour to bring the hammer down.
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| I feed the faintest…(but then it’s over)
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| I feel with hands that are already numb.
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| I wear the same wounds that tore so open
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| but never thought the blade removed.
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| In memory, I never felt that strong;
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| it dawned on the day you broke me.
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| In memory, I never did belong
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| to dawn on the day you broke me.
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| I can’t believe, I never felt that strong;
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| it dawned on the day you broke me.
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| In memory, I never did belong
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| to dawn on the day you broke me.
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| Feeding an addiction to punishment.
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| Feeding an addiction to punishment.
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| Feeding an addiction to punishment.
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| Feeding an addiction to punishment. |