| First it gives and then it takes away
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| We drain our cups till nothing here remains
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| Our souls hell bent on giving up
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| The ghost as we escape this host
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| There is no human power that could change
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| So ready to kill the dragons I’ve been chasing
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| So willing to end this life that I’ve been bleeding
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| There’s nowhere left for me to run
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| I draw this line or I become
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| Imaginary
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| Imaginary me
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| We trace the artery and try to open it and in our minds
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| We find a way to inject hope and healing
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| A broken vein, a crimson spill, a bottom found, a broken will
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| It’s only when we glare at our delusion do we see
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| So ready to kill the dragons I’ve been chasing
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| So willing to end this life that I’ve been bleeding
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| There’s nowhere left for me to run
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| I draw this line or I become
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| Imaginary
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| Imaginary me
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| By a power that’s greater than me
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| At the bottom I’m finally free
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| By a power that’s greater than me
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| At the bottom I’m finally free
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| So ready to kill the dragons I’ve been chasing
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| So willing to end the life that I’ve been bleeding
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| So ready to kill the dragons I’ve been chasing
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| So willing to end this life that I’ve been bleeding
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| There’s nowhere left for me to run
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| I draw this line or I become
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| Imaginary
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| Imaginary me |