My eyes are empty
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The house is quiet now
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Today has claimed and ruined me
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My pulse is waiting
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As boredom strangles it
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I might sleep but I won't dream
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Is that what I need?
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Is that what I need?
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I wanted to see, I want to believe
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So I scratch and scrape to find
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To find a reason to live in a god or a girl
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Oh, I tried, I tried
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To abandon guilt, other things that don't exist
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The hours numb me
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Some words are stinging still
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But I don't feel them when they do
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My head is open, my eyes are bleeding
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And they demand to see the truth, the truth, the truth
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But what would that prove?
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But what would that prove?
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I wanted it too, I wanted it too
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And I strain to see the sun
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I'm just so sick of the gray and the rain
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This is it, I am done
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I am done
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And I'm laying down
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Let today roll off my back, I'll be all right
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Raining Holiday, Pt. 2
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| Commander Venus |
