Digging back up old ashes
Never were sent into the wind
They\'re still hot and pulsing
Beating alongside my grave
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You lost what you carried
Your luggage has been replaced
Carry along with me
Face the door
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Your karma has finally killed your hair
Graying along your roots
Now you\'re standing in the mud
Right where you stuffed my lungs
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You lost what you held
Your torch has been snuffed
Drag along with me
Open the door
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Falling, you\'re screeching
Crying, blinding yourself
I\'ll give you comfort
Comfort from your victim
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You lost what you sought
Hands are severed and bleeding
Stain along with me
Fall into the door
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