| Dead souls wailing in water,
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| frozen like a tide of depression,
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| I lie and wait,
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| howl at the moon,
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| hail to dead souls,
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| wash over me,
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| and take my life away,
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| push this staple into my head,
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| watch my arms fall out over the table,
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| twisted fabel,
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| touch me once,
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| and I’ll turn to dust,
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| I give up my life,
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| and give my soul to you,
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| the collector,
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| agony save me,
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| save me from love,
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| love,
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| save me,
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| save me from love and thoughts of their passion,
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| and I’ll wait to become my fear suffocating on you
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| cry cry in slow motion
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| so sad,
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| so sad,
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| and nothing clinched you,
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| hail to dead souls |