No, I'll lay half empty
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half finished, half written, until my end
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I'll leave the lights on just in case you want to be found again
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To the dead, I wrote you countless letters
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dear only some I sent
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How easy it was for silence to say
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some of the loudest of things
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To speak so effortlessly the words and syllables
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that can crush in an instant
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To our end, to the dear departed
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Are you my last chance or the first chapter
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in the greatest fable ever told
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For the rope is getting shorter and these days
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they are getting longer with every ghosts I find
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They leave no heart unbroken, my great devestator
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To our end, to the dear departed
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Are you my last chance or the first chapter
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in the greatest fable ever told
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I'll leave the lights on just in case you want to be found again
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My great devestator
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My Great Devestator
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Converge |