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sinking through dark black holes
it's never gonna end
open gash in my ribcage
it's never gonna mend
take another picture off the wall
sinking deeper every time i fall
each day ends quicker
and my mind gets slower too
as my life just fades away
i wouldn't have a clue
take another draw out from the shelf
i'm too weak to do it by myself
though you had the world at your feet
you could see it i was blind
had the perfect job called life
you didn't like it you resigned
brain's a square of grass
growing on petrol and chlorine
on petrol and chlorine
you know just what i mean
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