I find in death there comes a resurrection
However I am hanging on by a thread
I can go either way
But I'd rather not face life than not face dead
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[Chorus:]
There's not much more to say
And even less to tell you anyway
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You come in many different colors
But I'd rather have you in black and in white
The shading is dark
In my palm you're a morbid sight
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[Chorus]
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I'm not here to tell you what this means
I'm here to tell you what you need to know
Think of who I am
And what I say before I have to go
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[Chorus]
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The game is speeding up while you stand still
What's right ahead could tear you apart
Spinning out of my hands
And it is about to scar your heart
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[Chorus]
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[Music fades out]
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