| Good grief and Grace turn their backs to me
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| Push shovels into the cold sand
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| In a pulse-racing second
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| They gave up on their awful toil
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| Hell on earth and Hate turn to face me
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| Stuck knuckles into each of my eyes
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| And a drunken thumbed stranger
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| Prepared to the constant cry
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| ooooooooooo
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| ooooooooooo
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| With my head in my hands, I resolved to die alone
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| Now I’ve finally found a good reason to grow old
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| A good reason to…
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| Rapture and Love brought me dancing
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| Lit up every last every last heartbroken life
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| In the ecstasy of everything
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| The death I have wanted expired
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| Bitterness and Loss caught me laughing
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| Asked why my expression had changed
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| After years in such company
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| They’d never see the look on my face
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| With my head in my hands, I resolved to die alone
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| Now I’ve finally found a good reason to grow old
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| I was ready to drown in the afterlife
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| Not anymore
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| That I’ve finally found a good reason to grow old
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| Good reason to…
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| Ohhhhh
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| How she murders morbid thought
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| Ohhhhh
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| Plunges a knife into the suicide in my life
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| Ohhhhh
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| How she murders morbid thought
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| Ohhhhh
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| Plunges a knife into the suicide that I’ve borne
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| Turn your back to the afterlife
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| Kick dust into the eyes of them all
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| Turn your back to the afterlife
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| Climb out of your shallow hole |