i've come to a realization
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that my tounge isn't helping this
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your voice only makes it worse
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when i'm starved for your goodnight
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kiss me on the lips and swallow pride despite its taste
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when the ones you love
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are slipping slowly out of place
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and ever inch of skin will bare
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every scar that you could tear
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every transgression is seeping infection
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but i know that this is hardly over
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and i know that i could only hope for the best
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but rest assure that in my chest
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resides the blackest heart
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we need warmer nights to feel alive
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and spill our entrails to the floor
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without a tounge i'm choking on
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the selfish words that come
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to fill my mouth and...
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i've come to realize this cancer honestly
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is eating me alive and i've been wondering
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if my own eyes will open to the light of day
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when the voices take sounds of sirens
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rooms of silence screaming out decay
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but i know that this is hardly over
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and i know that i could only hope for the best
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but rest assure that in my chest
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resides the blackest heart
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we need warmer nights to feel alive
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and spill our entrails to the floor
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without a tounge i'm choking on
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the selfish words that come
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to fill my mouth and...
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Sirens Over Sinclare
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| A Small Victory |
