| You have brought me to my death, to live with all of my loyal friends
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| In the dirt, where you’re not dead, you’re breathing, separated from your
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| hospital bed
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| «We're gathered here today to celebrate a life», they said
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| They said, I said, I said
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| That it’s my fault, it’s my fault
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| You’re all gone and it’s my fault
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| It’s my fault
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| So I throw my head into the drywall
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| Now I only measure time in «days since you died»
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| And for every rising number there’s a gear of mine that ceases to grind
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| On the day of your funeral I looked from behind and your casket started to
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| dance and the flowers grew fast and intertwined
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| This is me saying I don’t know how to live without you and never have
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| So sing me to sleep
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| As those flowers start to weep
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| Love is dead
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| But still the thought circles my bed
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| I don’t know if I can walk this road again
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| Love is dead, love is dead
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| «Can't miss what was never alive» I said
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| As I blew one last kiss, the end |