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Three epinephrines lodged to your vein Still I'm watching you die Looking at your cold blue hands and lips, Staring at your drying eyes... Dilated pupils, blank stare... Watching your daughter cry. Where are you going now? Go! Please go! Walk out of your hospital bed Then lie down on the cold morgue bed instead Rest your self to sleep after the last pain that you'll feel You suffered a lot now Why don't you take a rest? Don't be afraid to go now You've already done your best So if you want to go now, leave! And let me try to help you stop your chest.
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Mar 24, 2014
Mar 24, 2014 at 10:58 AM UTC
Rest Yourself To Sleep
Three epinephrines lodged to your vein Still I'm watching you die Looking at your cold blue hands and lips, Staring at your drying eyes... Dilated pupils, blank stare... Watching your daughter cry. Where are you going now? Go! Please go! Walk out of your hospital bed Then lie down on the cold morgue bed instead Rest your self to sleep after the last pain that you'll feel You suffered a lot now Why don't you take a rest? Don't be afraid to go now You've already done your best So if you want to go now, leave! And let me try to help you stop your chest.
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Mar 24, 2014
Mar 24, 2014 at 10:58 AM UTC
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