| Limp lines resign, limp lines resign
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| Limp lines resign themselves to margins
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| Like a drunken vampire, I miss the sun
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| I killed this summer, now it’s done
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| Let’s split and reconvene in a warmer space
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| I’m scratching my head, turning nights to days
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| Don’t talk to me about boredom
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| Don’t talk to me about pride
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| I sucked it all up, I swallowed it down
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| And it’s fine
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| Gangrene hangs on every word
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| Bullshit endings to stories unheard
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| It’s unheard of to me to not fathom doom
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| So what did you find in my emperor’s tomb?
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| Some notebooks, some t-shirts, some bad spelling errors
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| Strangled syntax, broken bottles, and chairs
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| This here is my legacy, I leave all of this to thee
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| This here is my legacy, I leave all of this to thee
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| Don’t talk to me about boredom
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| Don’t talk to me about pride
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| I sucked it all up, I swallowed it down
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| And it’s fine
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| Drink at the funeral, piss on the corpse
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| Yell at the sun until your voice is all hoarse
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| I’m gone, this is goodbye
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| I’m gone, this is goodbye
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| I’m gone, this is goodbye
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| Dead as a dream beneath the gray Chicago sky |