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Apr 2011
A grave is only as comfortable as the home you make
A far off feeling of a second chance
Clean-shaven and a new suit
Same old romance
Stuck in a room with nothing else to do
Well I thought I’d be better by now
But clearly it's just the same old thing
Just a different scene
So come on and escape
So come on and escape with me
Leave it all behind
Just put the noose around your neck
And take a step off the edge
I swear I’ll be right behind you
Yeah right behind you I swear
The walls are closing in
Velvet and unseen
Respects are paid
While jokes are made
Not much longer to wait
Close the lid
And await my fate
So come on and escape
So come on and escape with me
Leave it all behind
Just put the gun to your head
And pull the trigger
I swear I’ll be right behind you
Yeah right behind you I swear
Brandon
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