Everything is dark
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Everybodya¢æ¢âs here
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All I gotta do is get the words right
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When the microphone is near
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Shoot off all my thoughts
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Maybe make it rhyme
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Try to be as honest with myself to them
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Without committing the crime
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I know that I cana¢æ¢ât put it the way
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That a better-read person could do
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So I sacrifice my talent for the truth
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So let it burn, let it fall
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Let it drain the blood from my legs as I crawl
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And let it circulate right through a vein
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Thata¢æ¢âs never gonna rupture when I fall
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Everybody screams
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Then everybody stops
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I just wanna have a little moment when the silence gets me off
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Let me say my peace
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Get out of your hair
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All I wanted was to be the backrest
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On your broken, hopeless chair
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And I know that the living are lifeless
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And if the doctors could euthanize half of the things
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That make me become the person that I hate
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So let it burn, let it fall
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Let it drain the blood from my legs as I crawl
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And let it circulate right through a vein
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Thata¢æ¢âs never gonna rupture when I fall
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Everything is dark
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Everybodya¢æ¢âs here
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All I gotta do is get the words right
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When the microphone is near
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(Untitled Hidden Track)
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Butch Walker |