when everything i ve been worrying about finally kills me i ll let it kill me ghosts even ghosts die somehow black colours and red rain tears because you only lose what you cling to the trees and wind are dead the sea and everything else i walk imperfectly straight into the rails straight into the rails the trees and wind are dead the sea and everything else well i ve healed the blind and raised the dead i can t seem to feel the pain anymore i ll cut this cut and waste away because i can t seem to sleep anymore straight into the rails straight into the rails 
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