| Don’t let me shut this light
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| For the killer in my head
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| Needs a signal to prove that I am not dead just yet
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| But burned out and going blue
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| The salt is set with open wounds
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| Doused and fresh
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| I can open my eyes for a second
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| And hope the sails catch us
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| I can open my eyes for a second
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| And hope that you just won’t hear this
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| A shipwreck
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| An anchor
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| A slowly sinking sailor
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| Somehow, someway
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| Someones bound to stay
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| It’s in this grave we lay
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| Watery and saved
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| Just act as if I’m gone
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| And decaying in my room
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| I hold a shadow as close as a silver ghost
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| Grasps onto an image known to him as you
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| At this fast rate, I’ll be lucky if I’m dead by morning
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| I can open my eyes for a second
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| And hope the sails catch us
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| I can open my eyes for a second
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| And hope that you just won’t hear this
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| A shipwreck
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| An anchor
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| A slowly sinking sailor
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| Somehow, someway
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| Someones bound to stay
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| It’s in this grave we lay
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| Watery and saved
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| One touch one taste
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| It’s enough to make you stay away
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| Tonight I’m spent
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| Pretend this razor is your lips
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| You’re finding ways to kiss
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| (Ways to kiss me)
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| Deeply on the wrists
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| I loved what I had
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| It’s impossible to get it back
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| I loved what I had
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| It’s impossible to get that back
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| It’s in this grave we lay
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| Watery and saved
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| (To get that back)
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| It’s in this grave we lay
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| I hope that you just won’t hear this |