Streams of blood I wish I could, But I can not turn back. The beating of my heart is all I hear. Know you never knew the hell I'm going to.
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I cut myself again.
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Going home
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To the tiles
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Dearest night I am not frightened anymore.
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You are the one I'm waiting for. I curse the day.
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I still hear the beat but you will not succeed.
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This is the only way.
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Going home
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To the tiles
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Flickering flickering lights
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And blazing fires before my eyes and feel the tiles.
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No sound but my thundering heart,
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Lock me in and tear my pain apart.
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Escape lying on the table,
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Say grace and fill the parting glass again!
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Close the door turn out the lights,
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Lock me in and I can feel the tiles.
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Going home
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To the tiles
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Tiles
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