| The dead walk behind me
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| Though I do not recognize their faces
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| I know they are here to remind me
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| Of the space between the spaces
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| I’m drinking down a potion
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| I decocted from the roses in my garden
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| When my spirits told me
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| They could feel my heart was hardening
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| What you call God
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| I call the mysteries of the Universe
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| What difference does it really make after all?
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| If we had another chance to do it right
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| I’d give it all I had
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| Just like I did before when you left me with nothing at all
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| The darkness this has brought upon me
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| Hungers for the pain, like when I was young
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| And losing teeth
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| Which I loved to wiggle so deliciously with my tongue
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| Now I see you’re not a perfect prism
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| Just the perfect foil for my masochism
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| Tell me, do I look different to you
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| In light of our little cataclysm?
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| What you call God
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| I call the mysteries of the Universe
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| What difference does it really make after all?
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| If we had another chance to do it right
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| I’d give it all I had
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| Just like I did before when you left me with nothing at all
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| I’m tired and I feel ashamed
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| Of how I’ve let my narcissism reign untamed
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| And yet I know that to blame myself
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| Is part of the same old game
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| The only way to get free is to die
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| Without dying
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| And I’m ready to give it a try
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| At least I think so — but to change is terrifying
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| What you call God
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| I call the mysteries of the Universe
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| What difference does it really make after all?
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| If we had another chance to do it right
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| I’d give it all I had
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| Just like I did before when you left me with nothing at all
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| They kissed my petals with their vapor lips
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| And savored my salty fingertips
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| And cradled me in thorny
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| Branches til the morning came |