| Leave me here
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| Biting my nails, breaking my stride
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| I put my faith into your desolate life
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| Happened so fast that I should be afraid, I won’t be afraid
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| Three years blessed, I gave it my best
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| It’s time to put it all to rest
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| Your present is my past
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| Through my eyes, I’ve seen nothing but time
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| Forty four thousand lies
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| Straight from your putrid mind
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| High tides drag you through the decades of nights
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| At anguish cause you’ll never know why
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| Loved ones who turn out your lights, seem like they care
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| I am an island, and you’re the tides that pull at my feet
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| But now she’s sinking in this void
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| Aging, forcing my nerves
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| Cut your chords, count your chores, stop using yourself
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| For fruitless scars
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| Just cut your chords
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| And your back will keep breaking
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| From this glass house
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| That you have created
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| Hear me out, your heart is to heavy, to heavy for trust
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| So build me a promise and take my advice a word from the wise
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| A fault confessed, I have redressed
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| She feels such unrest
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| So pray, so fucking pray
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| For tonight is your last |