The thin part is feeling so suffered.
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This bedroom, a voice, and a matress.
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It says "Don't sleep, don't think, just drink".
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You'll find yourself faster when passed out cold.
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(Where are you, tonight?)
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This is the last time I fear your face;
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along with my brother,
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they won't hear me say "Where are you, tonight?".
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Wrapped up in some bedroom,
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screaming for dear sweet you.
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The worst part is being so desperate,
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this basement, a noose, and a casket.
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I want to feel that warmth again,
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assurance of you, asleep in my head..
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(Where are you, tonight?)
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This is the last time I fear your face;
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along with my brother,
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they won't hear me say "Where are you, tonight?".
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Wrapped up in some bedroom,
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screaming for dear sweet you.
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So why not, end it all in one shot?
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This rope tied in a perfect knot. [x2]
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Never ment anything, I've ever had.
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It won't lose it's grip, and stop kissing my neck.
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Desperation sets in, holding me close, much like you did.
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And every line has a face, a voice that's the same.
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My dear sweet impailer... it's all you this time.
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It's there to remind me, how much I hate, this, life.
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I remember you laughing and leaving,
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slamming my door, to the sound of my screaming,
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"Don't leave just yet, I didn't mean any of what I just said.
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I swear by my wrists that we're better than this;
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much more to me than words in a notebook."
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You sigh and say "I'm through",
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(You sigh and say "I'm through")
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and god damn you for breathing, "I love you".
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I love you, I love you, I love you.
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Dive deep into this drink, hoping to sink, or fall asleep. [x2]
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Dear Sweet Impaler
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