| Another night spent in my head
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| Wishing for the moon to consume me instead
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| Peeling back skin to reveal innocence
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| Incapable of feeling all of these thoughts in my head
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| Another night spent with my thoughts
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| Praying for someone to absolve me of all that I want
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| And the moon howls too
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| While the sun reaches out and it tries to heal you
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| Another night spent here again
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| Baring my teeth to the cold hand of death
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| With my hands tight clutching my chest
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| I won’t go now
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| If I do, well, I won’t feel a thing when I’m rid of these thoughts in my head
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| Another day trapped in my thoughts
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| Begging for anyone to believe in me that’s not God
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| And the fire, the fire burns bright
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| Make me an instrument of peace
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| And I won’t put up a fight
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| Another night spent in my bed
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| If I get high enough now, will I lose all my skin?
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| With a smile I laugh in my bed
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| Is there anyone who can cure me of these thoughts in my head?
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| Withering dead
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| Empty the best parts of you in everything that I’ve said
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| Growing void of all confidence
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| Dress yourself nice
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| And when you do, tell me how you make sense of the plague that convenes in my
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| head
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| Another night spent in my head
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| Wishing for the moon to consume me instead |