Give away all that you have inside
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every last moment that you're alive
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until your body is cold
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sure, as he peels away your skin
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you see the monster is intent
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to see this to the end
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it would be easier to die...
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just easier sometimes
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because the light is a sober reminder of what he did
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your body can't get over it
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life has been keeping you awake
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asphyxiated by the hate
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and it never calms
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sew the aching in your veins
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that no one ever sees
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with the blade in the sheets
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it would be easier to die...
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just easier sometimes
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because the light is a sober reminder of what he did
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your body can't get over it
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it's over...it's over
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except the scars that last forever
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it would be easier to die...
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just easier sometimes
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because the light is a sober reminder of what he did
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your body can't get over it
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Van Gogh
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| The Black Maria |
