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Feb 2011
When youre afflictions get the best of me
When they break me down to the point that i can't speak
Do you really believe
This is the best for me.

Does it help to you to feel unique
If you spit while you scream
Cause i'm laying here like someone don't dream
I spell out morning.

The morning comes out
Sun shine in his face
And i'm thinking how
I've been replaced
I've been replaced

So now i've been drawn to drink
My ideas are to weak to think
I'm staring down at my feet
Saying we're all suffering your disease
We're all suffering your disease
We're all suffering disease
Written by
matthewkirn
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