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there's not much left to love
too tired today to hate I feel the empty I feel the minute of decay I'm on my way down now I'd like to take you with me the minute that it's born it begins to die I'd love to just give in I'd love to live this lie I've been to black and back I've whited out my name a lack of pain, a lack of hope, a lack of anything to say there is no cure for what is killing me I'm on my way down I've looked ahead and saw a world that's dead I guess that I am too
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