I'm fighting To get through the night I'm losing it (Losing it) (Losing it) With every move I die I'm faded I'm broken inside I've wasted the
Here we go, welcome to my funeral Without you I don't even have a pulse All alone it's dark and cold With every move I die Here I go, this is my confessional
I'm fighting To get through the night I'm losing it (Losing it) (Losing it) With every move I die I'm faded I'm broken inside I've wasted the love of
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: Here we go, welcome to my funeral Without you I don't even have a pulse All alone it's dark and cold With every move I die Here I go, this is my confessional
: I'm fighting To get through the night I'm losing it (Losing it) (Losing it) With every move I die I'm faded I'm broken inside I've wasted the love