| Read my epitaph, deranged am I?
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| Estranged one… haunting me
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| Be my lover, I prithee
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| Prophecies of death outside
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| Take the moonshine for a ride
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| Haunting faces and staring eyes
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| Bring my mania into life
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| Little stranger come inside
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| Lay to rest what you still writhe
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| We made a life of it somehow
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| Seems like we’ve lost it now
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| See you dance away
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| All this bitter pain
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| See you move in ways
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| Beyond our days
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| In devotion I linger
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| And with drained veins
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| I falter again
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| See you pass away
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| In another day
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| Hear you call my name
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| Yon another veil
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| In devotion I’ve lingered
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| In this world I’ve belonged
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| For far too long
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| Strangers haunt me down
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| Stalking faces all around
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| This strange voice at my door
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| Cede my reason like before
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| Propechies of death inside
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| Cede your words they cut like knives
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| Somber wind that sweeps within
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| This manic aeon is bound to be
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| Little stranger stand me by
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| If you prevail, then so can I
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| Lay to rest the hurt you stand
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| Only through death we’ll mend |