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Oh, the empires calling
Trying to hear his voice
While he's preaching to the choir
And that choir is death and noise

And he closes up his fist, and he sees if they exist

Angels with broken wings
Melodic harmonies she sings
She brings you white daffodils
You place them on your windowsill

Then you open up your fist, and you see if they exist

Well you sit in dark forests
You've been there for quite a while
And when they come to take you
You just sit and smile

You say: Hey, you take this
I'M gonna see if you exist

Now it's time to leave here
And I still have my knife
And it's pressed up against my body
Tonight's gonna be the night

And I cut my own wrist, just to see if I exist

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