i traced your shape
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and counted the days
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and you just erased me.
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i hit the ground
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and i made no sound
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as your heels pierced me.
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i scarred my face
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to conquer my pride
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and you cocooned in your misery.
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i plucked you up from a bed of nails
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and you hung me for your salvation.
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can i come down?
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there's been a mistake.
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can i come down?
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isn't this what you asked of me?
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you lost faith.
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blinding white.
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And just before my chest caved in,
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i climbed back down
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i caught your scent
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but the wolves beat me to you.
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stopped behind the place where we met.
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found strands of your dress
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they were all all that was left.
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i dug you up the night you died
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and this is what you asked me,
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"when will the sun overthrow the eclipse.
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i'm just waiting for this night to end.
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leave me here,
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just go."
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as the dusk set in.
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as the sickness spread.
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i took one glance behind.
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and you had disappeared.
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as the dusk set in.
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as the sickness spread.
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i took one glance behind.
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and you had disappeared.
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slipping
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right through my fingers.
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gripping
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as tight as i can.
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slipping
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right through my hands
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we can't look back.
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they've got the searchlights on us.
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we can't look back.
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stay close
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you'll be alright.
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with shadows as my guide,
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i'm looking for the answer.
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i will be
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the one who breaks this constant midnight.
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tossed.
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to the swine.
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i make the climb
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from the abyss.
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lost.
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into the night.
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into the abyss.
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i traced your shape
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to memory
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i traced your shape.
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eraser.
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My Bitter Half
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| The Bled |
