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Album: The Silver Cord
I've scraped the glass for crumbs and asked the mirror for some truth
I've loaded my body with chemicals it was no use
Cause retribution's coming for the years of this abuse
And I can't get away and still I can't get close enough to you
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
You won't go away, but every hit is just a taste
Something scares me in this place, I self destruct for days
You won't go away, but every hit is just a taste of all the things I need to face,
but it's all so fake
It's a constant reminder of what I can and cannot have,
the smell the taste it's all just fake the truth is what I lack,
so I will keep on running and keep my head above the ground,
and I will look for you in places you cannot be found
You won't go away, but every hit is just a taste,
you won't go away, still I've been gone for days
"It's okay," a voice says,
"We all look elsewhere,"
it's true that I look elsewhere for you
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