Even my mouth says,
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"Let the body grow"
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Turn off the light
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And disappear
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My yellow fingers
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Pulled out a cigarette
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Turn on the light
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And reappear
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With my head down
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Keep that head down
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These are my dying days
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No love
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No funeral parade
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Even this blue sky
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Watches my lung collapse
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Breathe in the water
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And let me drown
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My broken fingers
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No more cigarettes
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All of this love won't reappear
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With my head down
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Keep that head down
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These are my dying days
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No love
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No funeral parade
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These are my dying days
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Turn the spotlight off
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It wasn't mine anyway
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Even my God says,
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"Let this body go"
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Turn off the lights
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And disappear
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Yellow figures swallow the wishing well
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Follow the accursed, what I am called
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These are my dying days
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No love
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No funeral parade
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These are my dying days
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Turn the spotlight off
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It wasn't mine anyway
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These are my dying days
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No one knows
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That I've gone away
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Dying Days
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