| We all die alone
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| Burn the place till the body gone so it goes
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| I’m a ghost, never make it home
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| Still a sold soul with a cut throat, see the
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| Blood flow sleep and meet the reaper at the crossroads
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| That I know, from a place they’ll never
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| Go i’ve been up for fays so i’m decaying
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| With the black mold, they won’t, get away
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| Tell em oh no freeze up in the cold snow
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| Try to keep your head low
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| Move slow; |
| broken bones in a hole where I
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| Won’t grow leave me outside
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| No light when the rain falls
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| Let it overflow
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| I’ve been feeling the rotting of my body
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| Inside these four walls
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| Hang me up while the rain falls
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| I’ve been deadweight let me rest in these four walls
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| Hang me up while the rain falls
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| I’ve been deadweight let me rest in these four walls
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| Hang me up while the rain falls
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| I’ve been deadweight let me rest in these four walls
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| Hang me up while the rain falls
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| I’ve been deadweight let me rest in these four walls |