| burn these bodies, discard these broken hearts tomorrow lets make an oath to
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| never be rid of this austerity.
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| slit the tear ducts and bleed them dry.
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| there was a call for you to approach the end, embrace the sadness.
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| so start the car but don’t go anywhere, you’ll hate
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| wherever you end up.
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| believe me, these wounds won’t heal, take thoughts from within your mind,
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| these wounds won’t, they wont heal at all.
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| burn these bodies, discard these broken hearts tomorrow lets make an oath to
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| never be rid of austerity, so slit the tear ducts and
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| bleed them dry.
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| kill the pulse doctor, electrocute the patient, his actions rendered me mute.
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| believe me, these wounds won’t heal.
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| now I can see photographs departing in smoke stacks sending signs of relief,
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| now departing, in smoke stacks sending signs of relief, burn
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| these bodies, slit the tear ducts, bleed them dry. |