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    I'm running out of air
    Inside your cold black sea
    And I'd crawl out of my skin
    To get you out of me

    You fill me cup with blood
    Pray for the day to pass
    Call for the final toast
    You raise an empty glass

    Life is the joke you play on me
    Life is the joke you play
    Cut off my tongue to make me say
    Thank you for making me

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    Thank you for every morning
    I wake to realize
    My life is slowly leaking
    More and more each day, until I die

    You fill me cup with blood
    Pray for the day to pass
    Call for the final toast
    You raise an empty glass

    Life is the joke you play on me
    Life is the joke you play
    I'll stand on broken legs to say
    Fuck you for making me

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    Composition: Rorschach Test

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