| i know that you’ve been searching
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| for me elsewhere
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| in the cracks beneath your feet
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| and in the spaces between walls
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| in the dark wells of the mirror
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| (in the space i used to stand)
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| i know that you’ve been searching
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| for me elsewhere
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| in the black pits of my mind
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| where the tar of my emotions
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| swirls black and ever thicker
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| where i retreat to hide from life
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| (i have the reaper in my heart)
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| and black tar pits for eyes
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| i have the cold heart of the lost ones
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| (and no love to tear us apart)
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| i know that you’ve been searching
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| in the spaces between words
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| but let me tell you
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| theres nothing there to read.
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| there to read.
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| (well i know that you’ve been searching
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| and you’ve looked inside your heart
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| but under oceans and in coffins
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| is a better place to start
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| better place to start.)
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| you can’t begin to know the depths
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| of the abyss
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| until you’ve lost it all
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| until you’ve seen yourself
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| 'cause that reflection
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| just ain’t what it used to be it sure as hell ain’t what i want to see
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| (well i know that you’ve been searching
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| and you’ve looked inside your heart
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| but under oceans and in coffins
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| is a better place to start)
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| heart break is the burden i bear
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| and the bottle’s is the blood i smear
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| oh just burdens
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| just guilt
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| just loss
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| and just fear
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| (well i know that you’ve been searching
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| and you’ve looked inside your heart
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| but under oceans and in coffins
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| is a better place to start
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| well i know that you’ve been searching
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| and you’ve looked inside your heart
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| but under oceans and in coffins
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| is a better place to start) |