| I can’t wait to know how I die
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| I can’t even think to listen
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| Everything expires sometimes before it’s time
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| Now drift away
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| It makes no sense until it happens
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| Paint thrown on a masterpiece
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| Creates new canvas to mold
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| Creates new canvas to mold
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| Let it go is all you know
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| I am the yearning purging itself
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| I am in love with the emptiness
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| The zero brings us back to none
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| Need to exist to sell you pain
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| The zero brings us back to none
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| Hell is too good for us
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| Heaven is the electric chair
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| Balance the spectrums
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| Now drift away
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| I am the yearning purging itself
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| I am in love with the emptiness
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| The zero brings us back to none
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| Need to exist to sell you pain
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| The zero brings us back to none
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| So how do you hold on
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| When your hands are tied?
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| So how do you hold on
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| When your hands are tied?
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| I am the yearning purging itself
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| I am in love with the emptiness
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| The zero brings us back to none
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| Need to exist to sell you pain
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| The zero brings us back to none
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| So how do you hold on
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| When your hands are tied?
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| So how do you hold on
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| When your hands are tied?
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| So how do you hold on
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| How do you hold on
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| How do you hold on
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| When your hands are tied? |