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Every Time I Die


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Every Time I Die
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No broken hearted people, no crash, no flame
No sermon at a casket nor a howl into the grave
Every bone was in position, every hair was in its place
A light comes

Pulled off a dark country road
New roman suicide note
All the way closed
So it goes

No organs to be salvaged, no teeth to be compared
We asked for no police involvement because we knew you weren't there
We threw a birthday party and at the table in your chair
A lightness

Pulled off a dark country road
New roman suicide note
All the way closed
So it goes

As long as your name is on my list or your story written in the choruses then true death couldn't get you
But when its spoken for the last time, the weight is lifted. A third eye
So I make a vow to forget you


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