A million candles line these streets.
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Back home theres just melted wax on the concrete
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and I recall a heart so pure it that ceased to beat.
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I haven't said nearly enough.
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But I've already said far to much.
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This is the best and worst things will ever get,
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so don't forget...
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back home they curse our names,
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but good or bad we all rot the same
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The Absentee Ballot
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| This Is Hell |
