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I told you I was ill

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Empty home they've all left one by one
I'm alone with all the things I've done

The things I can't make right
The words I can't take back
The life that's unfulfilled
The love I've killed
I told you I was ill

I exist a prisoner of my deeds
Manic smiles soon flayed by memories

The things I can't make right
The words I can't take back
The life that's unfulfilled
The love I've killed
I told you I was ill

Bare magnolia walls dragging feet in unlit halls
Unfinished business I've begin and left undone

The things I can't make right
The words I can't take back
The life that's unfulfilled
The love I've killed
I told you I was ill
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