Living in a word of what's been said
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What I know is I feel dead
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Alone and in this world so cold
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Emptying the urn of all that'[s left
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Burning the candle at both ends
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One less flame awaits the dawn
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Would I walk right down to the end
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And then push my soul right in
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As I watch the remains of my soul
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Lost in a crimson flow
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Seated on the edge of all that's left
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An empty shell full of regret
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And the burden of life goes on
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Praying for the shining light beyond your life
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To put an end to your forever lnight
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Embraced upon the sorrow razorborn smile
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So I walk right down to the end
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And I push my soul right in
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As I watch the remains of my soul
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Lost in a crimson flow
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And I watch the remains of my soul
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My soul is shut
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My soul is shut
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My soul is shut
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My soul is shut
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So I walk right down to the end
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And I push my soul right in
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As I watch the remains of my soul
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Lost in a crimson flow
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And I feel that I might be dead
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And I know it might be said
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Free from this world so dark and cold
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Mourning In Magenta
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| Beyond The Embrace |
