Every mile of this highway (Don't stop driving)
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Every fading yellow line (Drag me away)
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Wipes the tears that I stopped making
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Kills the vision of my pale face
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Wedged in stillness inside a wooden box
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I will not comply
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Every day seems hotter colder blacker brighter
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Stairways tighter
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Tired of wondering why there are holes in your reflection
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Tired of wondering why
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The arms which hold me
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Taper off at the wrists
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I won't lie: It's crossed my mind
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In darkened rooms and on Sunday mornings
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With sore throats and apparently nothing ahead
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Damn my first steps for endearing me to this place
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Damn my casket smile and their probable tears
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Tears
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Apathy diminshed becomes discontent
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Sequelled by seclusion
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Wasting my life as I'm cast into decades of silence
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A bullet in the head would look great with that dress
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And an exit wound about the size of a fist
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I watch your dance as its cast into decades
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Into decades
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Watch your dance as its cast into decades
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Cast into decades of silence
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Don't stop driving today
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I couldn't bear it
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The same fucking grey sky
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The same fucking streets
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The same fucking day
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After day
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The Final Melody
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Dark Day Dawning |