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I can't get back, |
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I try and I try and I can't keep you alive... What kind of friend am I? |
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The thought of staying here, chained, burns whatever is left of the true me. |
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See that black, crumpled, dead thing in the corner over there? Yeah, that's my heart. |
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I look in my shattered mirror, |
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I'm done. I'm done playing 20 questions, I'm done telling you to leave. Figure it out on your own. |
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Leaving is the best for you, take your out now before you realize too late. |
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I lost myself at sea |
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I grew strong through the tears |
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I no longer fear death but rather embrace it... |