| Close the doors
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| If you want to see her breathing again
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| Blur the days
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| Sleeping is just not an option
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| How come every time I walk you crawl?
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| When you cut out all the letters that make up this note
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| I won’t, I won’t give up 'til I find out
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| 'Til I find what happened to you
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| The solution inhaled from the rag I hold
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| Holds a maximum vacancy
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| As I held you in crippled bandages
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| Don’t you stay up and wait for me
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| Left dangling in the wind
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| You’re not there
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| I poke needles in the neck of a doll
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| She pokes back
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| Asking why can’t I just let her out
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| How come every time I walk you crawl?
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| When you cut out all the letters that make up this note
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| And why I won’t give up 'til I find you
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| The solution inhaled from the rag I hold
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| Holds a maximum vacancy
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| As I hold you in crippled bandages
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| Don’t you stay up and wait for me
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| Left dangling in the wind
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| Don’t let the days escape
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| What I did brings more of them
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| And we’ll be waiting just for them
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| Over my dead body
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| Over the search they lead
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| And they won’t find them anymore
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| Don’t let the days escape
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| What I did brings more of them
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| And we’ll be waiting just for them
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| Over my dead body
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| Over the search they lead
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| And they won’t find them anymore
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| Now that I collect
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| From cells that we once shared
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| With multi-headed union
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| Of multiple selves
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| The solution inhaled from the rag I hold
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| Holds a maximum vacancy
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| As I held you in crippled bandages
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| Don’t you stay up and wait for me
|
| The solution inhaled from the rag I hold
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| Holds a maximum vacancy
|
| As I hold you in crippled bandages
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| Don’t you stay up and wait for me
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| Left dangling in the wind |