well you don't fit in, thank god. but you don't know what you've got, so you try to be like them, but you're not. and you're almost dead, almost dead, you're almost dead. and I wish I could hang out up in the sky and be the light to shine you home. so I write another fucking song about the darkness and how you're not alone. you try to find a hole deep enough to lie in. there's comfort in the cold, I know when you're almost dead, almost dead, you're almost dead.
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