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Would you throw the dead out?

Could you throw your body beneath?

It's been so long

Not every struggle is one to be proud of

You better hold on

To what is left of me

Would you, could you throw the body beneath?

I can't pull myself out, pull myself out, pull myself out

I can't give this self down, give this self down, give myself down

I can't pull myself out, pull myself out, pull myself out

I can't give this self down, give myself down, give myself down

We all can't give no more

We all can't

You better hold on

To what is left of me

You better hold on

To what is left of me