| Take away all of this pain,
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| Life feels like it’s all in vain,
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| Life feels like it’s all in vain,
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| Blindingly, it seeps through the trees
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| Burning bright, subconscious streams
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| Falling light, dismantled dreams
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| We are too far gone,
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| We are too far gone,
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| We are too far gone,
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| We were, never meant to make it this far.
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| I feel the rage,
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| And it burns the pages,
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| Of all these yesterdays.
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| We are all damaged and wrong,
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| Like to sing for death alone,
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| Like to sing for death alone,
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| Hope has gone cold with its cause,
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| Lost inside its every flaw,
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| Life is finally swallowed raw.
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| We are too far gone,
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| We are too far gone,
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| We are too far gone,
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| We were, never meant to make it this far.
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| I feel the rage,
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| And it burns the pages,
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| Of all these yesterdays.
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| I’m covered fast,
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| In the falling ashes,
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| Of all these yesterdays.
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| With the end in sight,
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| I clench what’s left of light
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| Press it against my head
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| And dream of the color red.
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| I feel the rage,
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| And it burns the pages,
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| Of all these yesterdays.
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| I’m covered fast,
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| In the falling ashes,
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| Of all these yesterdays.
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| I feel the rage,
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| And it burns the pages,
|
| Of all these yesterdays.
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| I’m covered fast,
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| In the falling ashes,
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| Of all these yesterdays.
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| We are too far gone,
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| We are too far gone,
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| We are too far gone,
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| We were, never meant to make it this far. |