this is the bed that i have made
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this is the grave where i will lay
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these are the hands where i will bury my face
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i dont believe in wasting time
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searching for truth you never find
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nobody moves we live in the great decay
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all these ghost towns share a name
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anywhere, usa
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all these strangers look the same
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day after day after day
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this great decay, the great decay
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from birth to the grave
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and ive seen what it can do
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and im afraid its got me to
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cause i can feel it suck me in
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cause i can feel im losing grip
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day after day its static life
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week after week is sacrificed
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month after month you meditate
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all of the years that waste away
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this is the life that i embrace
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this is the world that i create
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falling into the great decay
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give in give in give up
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all these verses share a theme
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The great decay
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we dont amount to anything
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its the day after bloodsucking day
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this great decay, this great decay
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asleep in your grave
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The Great Decay
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