| History has a way of finding you when your alone
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| All alone isolated and cold
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| Chained in place adjusted to the dark I
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| Sit and wait watching through the key hole
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| Watching through the key hole
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| I drew a line between us and marked it with death
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| You have nothing to gain when I have nothing left
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| But you crossed it in spite with my life in your hands
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| Made a wish with my ashes without care where they land
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| As my memory soars through the calm air of night
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| Nothing to grasp but your breathe so I might
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| As well float to the ground and sink into the dirt
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| I assure you love’s worse, death doesn’t hurt
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| I drew a line between us and marked it with death
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| You have nothing to gain when I have nothing left
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| But you crossed it in spite with my life in your hands
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| Made a wish with my ashes without care where they land
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| Nothing more than a worm but history finds a way
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| A way to meet those once powerful and strike down where they lay
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| Your cold and alone face down in a hole
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| As I crawl into your coffin and feed on your soul
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| Who needs death when I have you?
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| Who drains the color from a vibrant room?
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| I drew a line between us and marked it with death
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| You have nothing to gain when I have nothing left
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| But you crossed it in spite with my life in your hands
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| Made a wish with my ashes without care where they land
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| I drew a line between us and marked it with death
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| You have nothing to gain because I have nothing left
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| But you crossed it in spite with my life in your hands
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| Made a wish with my ashes without care where they land |