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Can't you hear the choir now? |
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"From the moment I was concieved, my soul ceased living. Now, I just sit here waiting for my body to rejoin it." |
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Push a little harder. |
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"When the patient dies, my job here is done." |
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Happiness isnt meant for the wretched souls of todays society |
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Broken open |
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As though I could turn the other cheek, as you mouth the words you aren't ready to speak. Your afraid of me, odd, that we didn't have a clue, that I'd become so much stronger then you. |
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I'd rather burn out then faid away |
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The way i see it is the day your born is the day you start dying |
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Home is where you can find a decent graveyard and people disappear without awkward questions. |