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Just a shell

Just a puppet of life and death
You gotta fight with all that you have left

Oh we shake
As you slowly break

Strings are snapping
No body's clapping 

Oh we cry
As we ask why 

Oh your pulse is slowing down
Way beneath the hospital gown

Your silent screams 
Will fill my dreams

All the tears
My deepest fears

Just a shell
Of the man who fell



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