| Am I alive?
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| Feels like dying
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| Down, down
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| Fists are striking me
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| It gets so dark
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| Or my eyes blinded?
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| Down, down
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| Boots are kicking me
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| The coward, the sinner, the thief
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| The liar, the misfit, the creep
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| I’m running out of
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| Steps to walk
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| Of air to breathe
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| And words to talk
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| I’m running out of
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| Noise to make
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| Of jokes to tell
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| And hearts to break
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| For days burned and frozen lies
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| The years that passed me by
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| The child in me just died
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| The scars in me will never heal
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| An overdose of nothingness
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| My visions are for sale
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| I’m selling out
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| An overdose of nothingness
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| I’m selling out
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| An overdose of nothingness
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| An overdose of nothingness
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| An overdose of nothingness
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| I am alive
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| But always falling
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| Down, down
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| I hear voices calling me
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| The coward, the sinner, the thief
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| I am alive
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| Kind of wasted
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| Down, down
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| Hands are reaching me
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| The coward, the sinner, the thief
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| The liar, the misfit, the creep
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| I’m running out of
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| Dreams to dream
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| Of tears to spend
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| And screams to scream
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| I’m running out of life again
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| Smothering
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| Turning into dust
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| For days burned and frozen lies
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| The years that passed me by
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| The child in me just died
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| The scars in me will never heal
|
| An overdose of nothingness
|
| My visions are for sale
|
| I’m selling out
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| I’m selling out
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| An overdose of nothingness
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| An overdose of nothingness |