| I’m like a gambler in a velvet-curtained room
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| Half-light and shadow, nothing is moving
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| I’m playing but I know that I’m losing
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| Good money after bad
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| I fooled myself that her number was lucky
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| I stare at my phone, my phone stares back at me
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| I feel my fingers pushing down at the keys
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| Good faith after bad
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| And nothing dies easy, it holds on until the end
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| It takes all of your power to push the blade in
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| A last glow in the ashes, a last spark in the eye
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| Breaking the glamour, breaking the spell
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| Breaking another wild part of myself
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| Breaking the glamour, breaking the spell, breaking the will
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| Every sound you hear is the sound of
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| Something praying for more life to be given
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| For maybe just another precious second
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| And every junkie I’ve known trying to do straight time
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| Leaves a little piece of their soul behind
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| You can’t shed your skin like you think you can, like I think I can
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| 'Cause nothing dies easy, it holds on until the end
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| It takes all of your power to push the blade in
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| The last glow in the ashes, a last spark in the eye
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| Breaking the glamour, breaking the spell
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| Breaking another bad part of myself
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| Breaking the glamour, breaking the spell, nothing dies easy
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| So a toast to the mercy killings
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| For all these cursed obsessions
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| For all the useless passions
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| For when I’m shot and gone
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| Because nothing dies easy, it holds on until the end
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| It takes all of your power to push the blade in
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| The last glow in the ashes, a last spark in the eye
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| Breaking the glamour, breaking the spell
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| Breaking another wild part of myself
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| Breaking the glamour, breaking the spell, breaking the will |