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80 lines
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Beating
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Heart still beating for the cause
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Feeding
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Soul still feeding on the loss
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Aching
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Limbs are aching from the rush
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Fading
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You are fading from my sight
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Break of morning
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Coldness lingers on
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Shroud me into
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Nightmares of the sun
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Moving
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I am moving closer to your side
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Luring
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You are luring me into the night
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Crying
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Who is crying for you here?
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Dying
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I am dying fast inside your tears
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Plunging towards
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Bereavement
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Faster yet
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Clearing thoughts
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My mind
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Is set
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Devious movements in your eyes
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Moved me from relief
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Breath comes out white clouds with your lies
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And filters through me
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You're close to the final word
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You're staring right past me in dismay
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A liquid seeps from your chest
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And drains me away
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Mist ripples round your thin white neck
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And draws me a line
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Cold fingers mark this dying wreck
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This moment is mine
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Help me
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Cure you
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Atone for all you've done
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Help me
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Leave you
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As all the days are gone
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Devious movements in your eyes
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Moved me from relief
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Breath comes out white clouds with your lies
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And filters through me
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You're close to the final word
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You're staring right past me in dismay
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A liquid seeps from your chest
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And drains me away
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Mist ripples round your thin white neck
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And draws me a line
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Cold fingers mark this dying wreck
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This moment is mine
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Night falls again
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Taking what's left of me
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Slight twist, shivering corpse
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Ornated with water, fills the cracks
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Clasped in my limbs by tradition
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This is all you need
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___________
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Name Bleak
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Artist Opeth
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Album Black Water Park
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