Are we still connected or was it just a plot,
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to get yourself off, and hope that I'm not
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listening when it happens.
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(she said)
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I can't begin to say how sorry I am,
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I never ment for this to happen.
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Sun goes down, the knife come out..
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I'm on the island you left me on,
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such a sickend strip of sand;
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no lifeboats, no getting off.
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We give up, we give in, we take what we can;
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we're trapped deep without a second chance.
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we give up, we give in, withought blinking;
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Jesus Christ, what was I thinking?
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Are these lungs desperatley filled by someone
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charming and sad,
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because you know your lover,
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won't be back?
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Are these words useless and absurd?
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Such a sight of this,
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makes the harbor and the water sick.
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Shall I stay rejected or in a drunken song?
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Like a bitter old man sunk in his fangs.
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Try not to get caught.
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(he said)
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I know you didn't miss the sound that I made;
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it's simple, it's sad, and easy to fake.
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Live wits down, the knife come out.
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I'm on the island you left me on,
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such a sickend strip of sand;
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no lifeboats, no getting off.
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We give up, we give in, we take what we can;
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we're trapped deep without a second chance.
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We give up, we give in, withought thinking;
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I'll be there the night you go down.
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Are these lungs desperatley filled by someone
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starving and sad,
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because you know your lover,
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won't be back?
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Are these words useless and absurd?
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Such a sight of this,
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makes the harbor and the water sick.
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I understand your reasons,
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for this awkward dance.
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I'd leave me, too,
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if I thought I had the slightest chance.
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I cry loud to these sheets they grip back tight.
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Fall asleep to the sound of my own life.
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If I drink this bottle fast enough,
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I might get lucky and won't wake up. [x2]
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Pomona for Empuse
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