Cleanse me of this black charade
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This sheath of invincibility
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This guaruntee of deathbed regret
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This fog of another day
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The blur of consciousness
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Produced on a lack of undervalued sleep
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When I said my peace to wanton friends
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Abuse my presence as a curse
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A bane
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A shallow shadow
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Like a meaningless-yet-course attraction
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Tradition and media and medicine and ignorance
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Claim through a gap-toothed smile, "You're still young
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Contribute for just one more day
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And come tomorrow there will be time enough
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for play"
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Just one more day
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It kisses the ground by my will
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It kisses the cold ground and laughs as I grow ill
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No more will I defend
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my claim to rectify this
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No more can I pretend
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I swear I'll rectify this
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Forever's not for me
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The more that I look forward to
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The louder ticks the clock
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Rise and awaken
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Now I need it no more
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I need it no more
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I'd rather die quickly than one day at a time
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I need it no more
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Hemlock
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Dark Day Dawning |