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Flight of Stares
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Rigor Mortis Grip
Goodbye, everybody, I have got to go This expatriating guilt has ousted this man from his home It'd be nice to know where it is I'm going But asking isn't always about knowing Goodbye, stranger, goodbye, friend I will fight for freedom in the end What'll happen to you What'll happen to him What'll happen to me What'll happen to them How can we know the answers If we don't know the questions Goodbye... But no, I can't let go I've worked too hard and moved too slow To leave you all behind and I know Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com I can't forget what I've already known 'Hold on tight' is what you said But you didn't know that I'd be dead Now as my fingers stiffen around your wrists I know it's pointless to resist And I only hold on tighter because I failed to let go This rigor mortis grip is cutting off both of our blood flows Now as the undertaker pries my frozen fingers from your bloodless, dying hands My dying wish is you would live My last will is you'd forgive And try, try to understand Goodbye...
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