There's a hope in my head that's been cut
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and bled dry as your bloodshot eyes.
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And there's smoke in the air
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and it's soon to clear revealing our demise.
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There are some who say that it's a.o.k.
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if it makes you feel alright.
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It's just way too bad
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now you're worse than sad
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all locked up there inside.
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And I don't know how you feel
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but I'll make you a deal
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if you make it out alive.
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My shoulders and ears are all yours my dear.
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I hope it comes as no suprise.
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You've been known to say that you're a.o.k.
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when you're feeling sick(dead) inside.
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I just want you to know
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I've got no place to go until the day you die.
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While you're waiting, be thankful for your fingers.
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I'll be fading with the colors of your pictures.
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"I'm not crying wolf" you whispered,
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"I'm really dead this time."
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They locked you up.
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They threw away the key.
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Sutchured your mouth shut.
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Murdered your family.
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Right before your eyes, what could you do?
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Right before your eyes, they took it all from you.
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You're contemplating you hanging from your ceiling.
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I can't help hating you for having that feeling.
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I'm not joking when I tell you I'd miss you all the time.
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I already miss you all the time.
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While Your Waiting
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| Alkaline Trio |
