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I feel myself fly up; All back from the abyss
Another empty cup; I feel my own sweet kiss
I fly above my bed; I see myself so calm
Peaceful like a body, dead; I know I won't see dawn
I know what's coming now; I feel it in my heart
But no more I can grow; A pin prick like a dart
A bottle rests beside me; Standing a mile tall
I know that I'll be free; No matter how far I crawl
I don't know the words to my own sad song
Even though I know it won't be too long
Until I'll be whisked away
And my life will end today
They say someone dies every second
I guess I will be beckoned
I know that I'd want me to stop
But you can't save me this time
I fall back to myself; I fall for miles
I awake with a jolt; Surrounded by my lies
Though I think my mind's a fiend; I grab the bottle next to me
Swallow all seventeen; And I will sleep like a baby
Sweetly and forever
Another empty cup; I feel my own sweet kiss
I fly above my bed; I see myself so calm
Peaceful like a body, dead; I know I won't see dawn
I know what's coming now; I feel it in my heart
But no more I can grow; A pin prick like a dart
A bottle rests beside me; Standing a mile tall
I know that I'll be free; No matter how far I crawl
I don't know the words to my own sad song
Even though I know it won't be too long
Until I'll be whisked away
And my life will end today
They say someone dies every second
I guess I will be beckoned
I know that I'd want me to stop
But you can't save me this time
I fall back to myself; I fall for miles
I awake with a jolt; Surrounded by my lies
Though I think my mind's a fiend; I grab the bottle next to me
Swallow all seventeen; And I will sleep like a baby
Sweetly and forever
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