mourning in the confines of your room by yourself.
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reminded by the bulk of every memoir by yourself.
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clearing out the storage spaces all by yourself.
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remembering the way it always was by yourself.
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if I could pull my thoughts together
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I could then shake the thought you might be still breathing
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others I haven't seen in months or years
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now are here under a dimming light of circumstance
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do you feel it's true that you're always the doomed
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with this migraine, my gain will fade
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Real soon we'll be alright
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Real soon just hold on tight
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Release you
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you're against the grain in the painting of a world
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you don't speak a sound or walk around here anymore
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full of silent expectations no one could have known
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so how would I?
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trying to find something
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looking for a whole lot of nothing
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and then you found me at your door
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full of silent expectations no one could have known
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so how would I?
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No two reasons
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They're good reasons
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Why'd you have to die but leave a hundred alibies
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Cause no one is surprised
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No two reasons
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They're good reasons
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Why
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Release you away
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Trying to find a whole lot of nothing
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and then you found me
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Requiem
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| Cave-In |
