when you find me
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pinned beneath the wreckage
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call off your sirens
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call off your search
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everything is quiet on fire
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everything is warm
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inside the glow
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with television static,
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with engines purring
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let me sleep.
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one by one will my friends leave my side
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or will my plane just drop out of the sky?
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i can't afford to sleep through
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the virus hard at work.
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it's called me out.
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it's called me out.
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this body will collapse.
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useless to the world.
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one sudden drop.
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one by one as my senses fade away.
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tied to machines that feed signals to my brain.
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this is the end.
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the doctor draws a blade.
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with patient hands,
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he writes his name in braille.
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i can't slow my breathing down
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when i'm staring at the floor.
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underneath the treat of giving in,
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i give it all once more.
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quietly dissolving
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under lights that call me home
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i can hear the voices
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hear the voices trailing off.
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someone is shutting me down.
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someone is shoving me
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underneath waves of lead.
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and i wasn't strong enough
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to swim back up to the surface
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to find you. (to find you)
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this is how it begins
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quietly counting backwards from ten,
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nine. eight.
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sevensixfivefourthree.
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but i can't concentrate on anything.
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no one can save me,.
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i'm not even here,
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i am drifting from consciousness
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into oblivion.
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someone is shutting me down.
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Some Just Vanish
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| The Bled |
