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Laying on the floor he's playing dead

Four walls around him closing in

Blood on his right sleeve heart on his left

Four more faces to see to call to him

He cuts his thumb and writes in red on the walls to remember your name

He'll leave out all those things you said and he'll do it again and again

He cuts his thumb and writes in red on the walls to remember your name

He'll leave out all those things you said and he'll do it again and again and again

If hell is a place on earth then goodbye

If heaven has a place in hell then he's so right