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My legs are dangling off the edge
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The bottom of the bottle is my only friend
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I think I'll slit my wrists again
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And I'm gone, gone, gone, gone
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My legs are dangling off the edge
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A stomach full of pills didn't work again
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I'll put a bullet in my head
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And I'm gone, gone, gone, gone
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Gone too far, yea I'm gone again
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It's gone on too long, tell you how it ends
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I'm sitting on the edge with my two best friends
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One's a bottle of pills, and one's a bottle of gin
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I'm twenty stories up, yea up at the top
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I polished off this bottle, now it's pushing me off
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Asphalt to me has never looked so soft
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I bet my momma found my letter, now she's calling the cops
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I've got to take this opportunity before I miss it
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'Cause now I hear the sirens and they're off in the distance
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Believe me when I tell you that I've been persistent
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'Cause I'm more scarred, more scarred then my wrist is
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I've been trying too long with too dull of a knife
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But tonight I made sure that I sharpened it twice
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I never bought a suit before in my life
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But when you go to meet God, you know you want to look nice
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So if I survive, then I'll see you tomorrow
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Yea I'll see you tomorrow
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My legs are dangling off the edge
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The bottom of the bottle is my only friend
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I think I'll slit my wrists again
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And I'm gone, gone, gone, gone
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My legs are dangling off the edge
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A stomach full of pills didn't work again
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I'll put a bullet in my head
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And I'm gone, gone, gone, gone
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We hit the sky, there goes the light
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No more sun, why's it always night?
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When you can't sleep, well you can't dream
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When you can't dream well, what's life mean?
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We feel a little pity but don't empathize
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The old are getting older, watch a young man die
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A mother and a son and someone you know
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Smile at each other and realize you don't
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You don't know what happened to that kid you raised
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What happened to that father, who swore he'd stay
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I didn't know, 'cause you didn't say
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Now momma feels guilt, yea momma feels pain
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When you were young, you never thought you'd die
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Found out you could, but too scared to try
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Looked in the mirror and you said goodbye
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Climbed to the roof to see you if could fly
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So if I survive, then I'll see you tomorrow
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Yea, I'll see you tomorrow
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My legs are dangling off the edge
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The bottom of the bottle is my only friend
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I think I'll slit my wrists again
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And I'm gone, gone, gone, gone
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My legs are dangling off the edge
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A stomach full of pills didn't work again
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I'll put a bullet in my head
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And I'm gone, gone, gone, gone
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I wish that I could fly
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Way up in the sky
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Like a bird so high
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Oh, I might just try
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I wish that I could fly
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Way up in the sky
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Like a bird so high
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Oh, I might just try
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Oh, I might just try
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Name Bullet
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Artist Hollywood Undead
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Album American Tragedy
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