Wait until they send your son home in a box.
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See if you're dancing when water is everywhere.
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Anguish is endless but deaths unambiguous.
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Wave as it carries him off and pose while it fits you in hospital gowns.
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Flirt with the men dressed in white.
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Slip into bed with the fire that consumes our house.
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Sing on your surveillance tape.
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Smile in your autopsy photo for once.
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Phone up the boys that have buried your bones.
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Where do you get off loving life? As if it's done any of us any good
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You're going to wish you were me when the unsuspecting are dragged to their graves and you're standing on the edge holding a rose.
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Dead where we stand and you concern yourself with such things as your status and what's in fashion?
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Don't say you can't be this bothered.
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Death becomes us all.
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You've got some never having hope in this ghost town port of call.
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Someday your insides will turn themselves out.
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Tell me what purpose our efforts have served when we end up in the ground?
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More acts will follow the roles we have played.
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Everything loved will expire. I've seen it all and I'm worse off because of it.
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Good men have died in my arms.
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I've been everywhere yet we'll end up at the same depth.
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What's the point?
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You're going to wish you were me when the unsuspecting are dragged to their graves and you're are on the edge holding a rose.
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You're standing on the edge holding a rose.
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Don't say you can't be this bothered.
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Death becomes us all.
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You've got some nerve having hope in this ghost town port of call.
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There's nothing to see here. And nothing gazes back at me.
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There's nothing to see here. And that nothing looks back at us.
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Who Invited The Russian Soldier?
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| Every Time I Die |
