Everyday, I think to myself,
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"I must be dead,"
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I must be dead and in hell.
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I think I'm dead!
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I'm dead to her.
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I'm dead to myself.
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A cutting intuition embedded in suspicion
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One hundred boards, one hundred blades!
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It's cold where i'm going I'll fix this cross..
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For these I slave and I adore,
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For these I slave and I want more.
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And I'll stand as statue, if you stand as addict!
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And I'll stand as statue, if you stand as addict!
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I can¡¯t keep grabbing on,
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It's everything,
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It¡¯s everything you do, oh.
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When did you leave without reason
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When did you pick up the pieces?
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Did you pick up the pieces?
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And stay here.
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I can¡¯t keep grabbing on,
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It's everything you do, oh
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It¡¯s everything you do.
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A lovely new solution for a new year's resolution.
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One hundred boards, one hundred knives.
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It¡¯s cold where we're going she'll fix this cross.
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Feed this whore she still wants more,
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And this is the death of all rising cold hands.
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And I'll stand as statue, if you stand as addict.
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I'll stand as statue, if you stand as addict.
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I can¡¯t keep grabbing on,
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It's everything, oh
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It¡¯s everything you do.
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When did you leave without reason?
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When did you pick up the pieces?
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Did you pick up the pieces?
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Stay here.
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I can't keep grabbing on,
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It¡¯s everything
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It's everything you do, oh.
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You do?
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You do.
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Do you?
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I do.
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Everyday, I think to myself
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I do
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I must be dead!
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I do
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I must be dead and in hell
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I do
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It's not supposed to happen!
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It's not supposed to happen!
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I must be dead and in hell.
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How do you like your boy?
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How's that feel?! How's that feel?!
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How do you like your boy?
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How's that feel?! How's that feel?!
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How do you like your boy?
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How's that feel?! How's that feel?!
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Bidding on your everything
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Bidding on your everything
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And how does that feel?!
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I'm bidding on your everything
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Bidding on your everything
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And how does that feel?!
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Broken hearts and broken bones
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Everyone is so alone,
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How does that feel?
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Bidding on your everything
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Bidding on your everything
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And how does that feel?!
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"Rachel, I Think He¡¯s Dead" They Screamed
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