| Your eyes, judge like a jury locked in a trial
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| No respect for the odd and innocent
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| Guilty
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| Now shut the doors and then open fire
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| Some fail to make the connection
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| And lose beauty in a mound of rejection
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| Can’t we understand that no life is out of our hands
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| Suffocation and the fear of living setting in
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| So let go, before he lets go
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| Patience is wearing thin and leaving him
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| So let go, before he lets go of this life
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| I wonder what goes on, before he lets go he says
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| Send an angel to pull me from the hell below
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| This weight is far too much to own
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| And this body’s doesn’t feel like home
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| Send an angel
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| I feel I’m dying all alone
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| So lift me up or let me go
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| Because this doesn’t feel like home
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| No! |
| This body doesn’t feel like home
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| No!
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| Love feels far away
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| The lack of motivation keeps his soul
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| From bettering his own life
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| Now he’s next level with a bottle and a blade
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| Retreats in his own way
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| Suffocation and the fear of living setting in so let go
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| Let go, before he lets go
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| Patience is wearing thin and leaving him so let go
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| Let go before he lets go of this life
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| I wonder what goes on behind those bloodshot eyes
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| I wonder what goes on before he lets go he says
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| Send an angel to pull me from the hell below
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| This weight is far too much to own
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| And this body’s doesn’t feel like home
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| Send an angel
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| I feel I’m dying all alone
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| So lift me up or let me go
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| Because this doesn’t feel like home
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| No! |
| This body doesn’t feel like home
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| No!
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| Sleep now and carry on into the black of the night
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| Sleep now and you’ll be on your way
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| There’s another one moving on from the
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| Flatline, flatline
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| Sleep now and carry on into the black of the night
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| Sleep now and you’ll be on your way
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| There’s another one moving on from the
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| Flatline, flatline
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| Slip into the fray
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| Slip between the night and day
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| Sleep now and carry on into the black of the night
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| At peace with everything but it doesn’t make it right
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| There’s another one moving on from the
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| Flatline, flatline
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| Sleep now, sleep now and carry on another night
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| At peace with everything but it doesn’t make it right
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| There’s another one moving on from the
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| Flatline, flatline |