| I’ve carried this out for way to long
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| I’m sick of singing these tragic songs
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| It’s been days since I could open up my eyes
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| Open up my eyes
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| Every waking moment’s another passing by
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| Passing by
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| I’m left stranded on my own again
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| Empty handed, in need of amends
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| Broken, battered, abused my friend
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| Or could you not recall that name?
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| Pretend that you ever shared a world with me
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| I feel like living the dying dream
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| The one where you wake up with me
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| Pull the covers up with no light to see
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| Is this all I have to say
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| About anything anymore?
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| I’m just trying to keep myself on my feet
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| Keep living in the consciousness of this
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| Live with this
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| I have to die from it
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| How could you live like this?
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| Live like this
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| This is my take back
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| This is my final mark
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| I’m not this useless person
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| I’m not this tired lonely fuck
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| Every moment spent is just another of regret
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| Different words could be said
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| With our spirits lifted
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| When every night spent
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| Couldn’t make a dent
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| Another passerby
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| Is this all I have to say
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| About anything anymore?
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| I’m just trying to keep myself on my feet
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| Keep living in the consciousness of this
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| Is this all I have anymore?
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| I’m holding myself up
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| I’m just trying to keep myself on my feet
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| Keep living in the consciousness of this
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| I’ll pull myself out
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| Out of the wreckage of my life
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| I’ll hold myself up
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| Over dark and horrid skies
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| I’ll pull myself out
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| Out of the wreckage of my life
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| I’ll hold myself up
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| Over dark and horrid skies
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| When every night spent
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| (I'll pull myself out)
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| We couldn’t make, couldn’t make a dent
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| (I'll hold myself up)
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| When every night spent
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| (I'll pull myself out)
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| Another passerby |