| Now I know exactly how it feels
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| To be left for dead
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| No hope, no future, convalescent in a bed
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| Where I lie alone and dream of flying
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| Wake up in a sweat, you can’t deny
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| That I will never be the way I was
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| That I will never do the things I did
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| And you don’t love me
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| Darling, candles are burning and windows, oh
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| Darling, patiently waiting for ravens, oh
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| The Convalescent
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| Darling, I will be blood for your leeches, oh
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| Now I know exactly how it feels
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| To barely be alive
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| I can’t move, I can’t eat or sleep
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| All that’s left for me to do is die
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| Like Gregor Samsa
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| Post Metamorphosis
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| Body full of apple cores
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| It’s true
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| That I will never be the way I was
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| That I will never do the things I did
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| And you don’t love me
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| Darling, candles are burning and windows, oh
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| Darling, patiently waiting for ravens, oh
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| The Convalescent
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| Darling, I will be blood for your leeches, oh
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| Darling, candles are burning and windows, oh
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| Darling, patiently waiting for ravens, oh
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| The Convalescent
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| Darling, I will be blood for your leeches, oh |