To a certain zero

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Wake me up I'm tired of sleeping among dead bodies on the ground.

Cold cold demons need beliving, are you sure you'll get it done?

Cough me up I'm tired of hiding in the wastelands of your heart.

Fade me out to a certain zero. If it's gold it has a price.

Anything I will keep for you.

Push that soft and tender evening. Light your candles, bite your claws.

I hope we're happy ever after. I hope we find the thrill.

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