| I learned to starve and beat this animal
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| Until I found out I lived in a temple
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| Got such a temper and keeps the temperature
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| Rising till the water is boiling
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| Have to live on the edge that’s bleeding
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| My broken teeth are teaching me something
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| I’m not so sure what matters so much here
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| Will matter at all in the hereafter
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| I thought I could write
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| I thought I’d trade it for another life
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| Now I realize songs are fossils
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| No one wants to watch a suicide I decided
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| To keep digging up more bones
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| Have to live on the edge that’s bleeding
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| My broken teeth are teaching me something
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| I’m not so sure what matters so much here
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| I’m not so sure what matters here
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| I’m not so sure what you think matters so much here
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| Will matter at all in the hereafter
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| I can’t handle anymore cruelty
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| My hands are burned and scarred from holding way too much already
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| I’ve been way too hard on me
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| Please be gentle, be gentle please
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| I’m not so sure what matters so much here
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| I’m not so sure what matters here
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| I’m not so sure what you think matters so much here
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| Will matter at all in the hereafter
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| In the hereafter…
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| The hereafter…
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| In the hereafter… |