When I come home at the end of the day, everything is just where I left it...
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No one has called, nothing has changed, everything is just how I left it...
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I haven't spoken a word in days, except for cursing the noise in the hall...
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I haven't spoken a word in days, to anyone else at all...
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And so, as I go, I'll leave my body for you...
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And so, as I go, don't feel sorry for me
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For life is the sacrifice, before you die
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And so as I go, I'll leave my body for you...to...see...
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A bed all alone in the bedroom
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A vacant space where a table should be
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Some posters on the walls
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The bathroom mirror covered in spit
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I have made such desperate attempts to make this a nice place to live...
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And I have failed, for I have tried to fill this dead empty space with a life!
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All this time on my hands,
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And I have no where to go,
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Haunted by the distractions of living alone
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I hope you'd be the first one to find me
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After I'd concluded the past behind me
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So hold your hands, over your mouth
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And run to tell the others...
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Distractions Of Living Alone
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| Woods Of Ypres |
