These words have slipped again,
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Stitch the lips of the one that murmurs them,
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Cloud your vision,
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Make everyone disappear,
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There's still time to wake up,
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Get out while you still can... Speak. (Get out, while you still, can)
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This mud, is too thick to see through,
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The stiches are coming out,
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The wounds won't heal.
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Is this embedded status permanent?
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So, I'm fearing...
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The worst is yet to come,
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Days are getting shorter, (Shorter!)
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Close your eyes for awhile,
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Rest a little longer, (Longer!)
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[Instrumental]
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This mud is too thick to see through,
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The stitches are coming out,
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The wounds won't heal themselves,
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Is this embedded status permanent?
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So... I'm... fearing...
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The worst is yet to come,
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Days are getting shorter, (Shorter!)
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Close your eyes for awhile,
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Rest a little longer, (Longer!)
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These words have slipped again,
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Stitch the lips of the one that murmurs them.
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Cloud your vision, make everyone disappear.
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These shoulders are too weak to carry any more,
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My will is too weak to carry on.
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The worst is yet to come,
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Days are getting shorter. (Shorter!)
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Close your eyes for awhile,
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Rest a little longer. (Longer!!!!)
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The Worst Is Yet To Come,
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Days are getting shorter.
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The Worst Is Yet To Come
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| Still Remains |
