| Consider me dead if that’s what you want
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| Gather around me, the day has come
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| Straight through the threshold
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| The morning calls
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| Wasn’t meant to be there
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| When I opened the door
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| You saw me begging
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| You saw me down on my knees
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| I felt defenseless
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| And you don’t know how it feels
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| I have made up my mind every time
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| It’s been dragging in the dirt
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| Every scar wears a thought
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| Leaving battles that I’ve loved
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| It’s been hard, it’s been fiercely infected
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| It’s been dropped, it’s been suddenly present
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| Cutting ways that I’ve walked
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| Earning miles through it all
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| I was late for the kill, but early for the slaughter
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| I don’t care how it bleeds
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| I was late for the kill but stopped in to drag the waters
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| Turn the bitter to sleep
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| I do believe there’s something more
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| Though my vision’s blurred
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| Straight out of nowhere
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| With lack of words
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| I’ve been given the time
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| I’ve been given the faith
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| Don’t you try to stop me
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| Don’t you lie to my face
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| I have made up my mind every time
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| It’s been turned to prevail
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| Every word feeds the crown
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| To dictate the profound
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| It’s been hard, it’s been fiercely infected
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| It’s been dropped, it’s been suddenly present
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| Cutting ways that I’ve walked
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| Earning miles through it all
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| Through it all
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| I was late for the kill, but early for the slaughter
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| I don’t care how it bleeds
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| I was late for the kill but stopped in to drag the waters
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| Turn the bitter to sleep
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| Just hear me out on this one
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| 'Cause I ain’t got nothing to hide
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| I will wipe out the mess
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| And return to life
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| Consider me dead if that’s what you want
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| Gather around me, the day has come
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| Late for the kill
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| Early for the slaughter
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| Late for the kill
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| Stopped in to drag the waters |