Coughing inside your coffin like at the bottom of the sea
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Onside you're breathing too numb for asking so i will leave it outside your door
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Warning the threat of morning that just extends you another day
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Some lights were shining not much for seeing but you'll be leaving the way you came
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Shot shooting
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Shot shot
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Shot shooting yourself again for what
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To taste all the waste
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Flare flakes a flower a burnt-out shower no one can see you were needing too shy for asking
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So I will leave it outside your door pulse stalls uncut
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But clotted when you had thought it would force a flow
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Some lights were shining
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Not much for seeing but you believe in the way you came
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Last Chance For A Slow Dance
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Fugazi |