i know that you’ve been searching
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for me elsewhere
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in the cracks beneath your feet
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and in the spaces between walls
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in the dark wells of the mirror
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(in the space i used to stand)
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i know that you’ve been searching
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for me elsewhere
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in the black pits of my mind
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where the tar of my emotions
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swirls black and ever thicker
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where i retreat to hide from life
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(i have the reaper in my heart)
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and black tar pits for eyes
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i have the cold heart of the lost ones
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(and no love to tear us apart)
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i know that you’ve been searching
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in the spaces between words
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but let me tell you
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theres nothing there to read.
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there to read.
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(well i know that you’ve been searching
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and you’ve looked inside your heart
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but under oceans and in coffins
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is a better place to start
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better place to start.)
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you can’t begin to know the depths
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of the abyss
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until you’ve lost it all
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until you’ve seen yourself
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'cause that reflection
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just ain’t what it used to be it sure as hell ain’t what i want to see
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(well i know that you’ve been searching
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and you’ve looked inside your heart
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but under oceans and in coffins
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is a better place to start)
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heart break is the burden i bear
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and the bottle’s is the blood i smear
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oh just burdens
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just guilt
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just loss
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and just fear
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(well i know that you’ve been searching
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and you’ve looked inside your heart
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but under oceans and in coffins
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is a better place to start
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well i know that you’ve been searching
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and you’ve looked inside your heart
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but under oceans and in coffins
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is a better place to start) |