| What is there to say
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| When in front of you there lays
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| A strong path that paved your way
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| Now shattered lost shades of grey
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| I guess I missed her
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| This overgrown sister
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| With no cement in the mixture
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| Well let me paint this dark picture
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| They weren’t men
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| They were duds
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| There was blood
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| Fed and thugs wed her calm heart
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| And now she’s laying in the dark
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| In a pool of filth
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| I found a body in the dark
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| I found her body in the dark
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| I guess it’s my turn to burn through
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| The rest of these funny days
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| I stress when my turn to
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| Earn you a better life runs astray
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| I can’t say what’s right
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| But understand the pain that enslaves
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| It hasn’t hit me as easily
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| As some might say
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| We all find a day
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| To slip away
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| You pour your heart, your aching soul
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| Where I stay bold
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| Look for the times you took to hold
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| My naked soul
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| Deep sea diver
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| Born skiver
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| Two month fiver
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| I’ve hurt everyone but you
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| I see things simple
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| But it only rekindles
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| These dark shades of blue
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| It’s the darkest shade of blue
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| It’s the darkest shade of blue
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| I guess it’s my turn to burn through
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| The rest of these funny days
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| I stress when my turn to
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| Earn you a better life runs astray
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| I can’t say what’s right
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| But understand the pain that enslaves
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| It hasn’t hit me as easily
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| As some might say
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| It hasn’t hit me in the same way
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| It hasn’t hit me
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| There was not much else to say
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| It hasn’t hit me but I still feel the pain
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| It hasn’t hit me
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| There was not much more to say
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| Has this hit? |