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burn these bodies, discard these broken hearts
tomorrow lets make an oath to never
be rid of this austerity.
slit the tear ducts and bleed them dry.

there was a call for you to approach the end,
embrace the sadness.
so start the car but don't go anywhere,
you'll hate wherever you end up.

believe me,
these wounds won't heal,
take thoughts from within your mind,
these wounds won't, they won't heal at all...

burn these bodies, discard these broken hearts
tomorrow lets make an oath to never
be rid of austerity,
so slit the tear ducts and bleed them dry.

kill the pulse doctor, electrocute the patient,
his actions rendered me mute.
believe me, these wounds won't heal...
now I can see photographs departing in smoke stacks sending signs of relief,
now departing, in smoke stacks sending signs of relief,

burn these bodies, discard these broken hearts
tomorrow lets make an oath to never
be rid of austerity,
so slit the tear ducts and bleed them dry.

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