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 Driven conversations, even I can 
 Wouldn't want to fake it, and I'm tired  this dream
 Taking medications, in the back of  room
 Driven conversations, he  in June.
 
 See the stab wounds in his 
  him dying in his room
  dying in his room
 He's dying  his room
 Heading for me, heading  way
 He is coming,  don't care
 
  want to fake it, well I don't mind
 Giving conversations to  friend of mine
 Giving medications,  a lighted room
 Wouldn't want to  it, I know I should
 
 See the  wounds in his hands
 You  him, I don't care
 Keep a  you would too
 Keep a promise, even 
  the silence in his head
 He is coming, I don't 
 
 We're not gonna make  well I don't mind
 Wouldn't want to fake  but I have this time
 Giving conversations, to  they don't know
 Taking medications  my stomach's full.
 
 See a famine in  head
  him coming at their heels
 He  you, give him a chance
 I don't  him, I don't care
  him starving, give him hell
 It is over, we don't