| I’m still waiting for smoke to clear from this funeral fire
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| My ears are ringing, forced into what it means to be alive
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| Revenge is pounding, I feel it cold in my veins
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| You’re gone but not forgotten
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| Familiars laid out on their backs
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| Parts of the whole are missing
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| But the black sheep left keeps it complete
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| (Will the twilight come as darkness
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| Creeps across the southern sky?)
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| Let it come down (tonight)
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| Don’t count me out, this will not die
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| Heavenly Father’s wrath and Hell is in my eyes
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| Rain down these shadows and regrets
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| Hear Angels singing while the Devil sits and smiles
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| Don’t count me out, this will not die
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| Keep things right on course and leave no loose end untied
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| Tried to speak through your final breath, your final sighs
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| Just to tell you I can do this my weakness ain’t my pride
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| Revenge is pounding, I feel it cold in my veins
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| You’re gone but not forgotten
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| Now here I stand in front of you with a crooked heart, broken and unglued
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| I’ve got a new thing
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| I wrote it down in Alabama clav
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| A swan song for the rest of us |