| Honestly, I can’t fight the feeling
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| I’m wondering, is your heart still beating?
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| 'Cause everything seems so temporary
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| Lucky me; |
| I’m stuck here singing songs
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| Of broken wings and they’re all about you
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| The skies have never looked so damn inviting
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| What would breathe will only wheeze
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| Will only stumble on in agony
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| I’m on my knees
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| Screaming, «honey won’t you bury me?»
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| Those words I could not whisper
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| The ones I wanted to scream
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| Those habits that killed me
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| They’re all I’ve got, this deadly affinity
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| What would breathe will only wheeze
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| Will only stumble on in agony
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| I’m on my knees
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| Screaming, «honey won’t you bury me?»
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| December can bury itself with snow
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| For taking from me what I loved most
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| This summer only stands to burn a hole
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| I’ll cut off my wings and become a ghost
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| Under a headstone, I’ll make my home
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| And laugh loud knowing I’m no longer alone
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| With dead bodies, I’ll dance the night on through
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| 'Cause I’ll dig right through them graves to you
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| Yeah, I’ll dig right through them graves to you |