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Take a breath and say goodnight
I 'll tell them all you fought the good fight
and tried to stay a little longer here
Instead you'll be under the sea
with cinder blocks tied to your feet
There's no CO2enough for you
so choose your hanging tree

The won't wait for you on the other side

It's the pain of being here
and the escape of all your fears
Don't fake your death just for the press
because no one knows that you're alive

When all the pills have lost their thrill
It's not the guns it's those who kill
the dreams that left you wanting
a little more from here
The seal the bag and tag your toes
inside a morgue that no one knows
The perfect crime it's career suicide
it's a million records sold

The won't wait for you on the other side

It's the pain of being here
and the escape of all your fears
Don't fake your death just for the press
'Cause no one knows that you're alive
It's so lame just being here
and the escape of all your fears
So tell your press your life's a mess
'Cause no one cares that you're alive

It's a game where you have nothing left to lose
except for a lonely life

It's the pain of being here
and the escape of all your fears
Don't fake your death just for the press
'Cause no one knows that you're alive
It's so lame just being here
And the escape of all your fears
So tell your press your life's a mess
'Cause no on cares that you're alive

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