Waiting for the sun to set my wings ablaze.
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The show must go on.
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The funeral needs a star.
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Tonight I have become the gossip and the choir.
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The useless and the used.
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The one who reaches for her arms.
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I am denial.
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You are the one who fell from grace for them.
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Is there a reason why?
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The funeral needs a star.
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As you walk away for the last time
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could you hear my heart consumed behind you?
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As you turn your back from the dying
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did you feel the sun burn out inside you?
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You set my wings ablaze.
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You will run from familiar arms into their embrace.
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I hope they love you like I did when you needed me and I came
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for you that night.
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Sound of Sulfer
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| The Bled |
