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Code blue she's already dead
 He's at home asleep in their bed
 Buried in disease I'm on my knees
 I watched the light turn dark in her eyes
 Felt forever turn into lies
 Screaming in panic doctor help her please
 Grab a gun, and a bottle
 Don't think I'll make it, till tomorrow
 It's not safe I can't hear my thoughts
 Swinging down as the devil taunts
 Close the goddamn door
 Close the goddamn door
 An empty gurney and plastic chair
 I can still see her lying there
 It all ends and starts with death
 What the fuck have I got left
 Grab a gun, and a bottle
 Don't think I'll make it
 Grab a gun, and a bottle
 Don't think I'll make it, I won't make it
 Grab a gun, and a bottle
 Don't think I'll make it
 Grab a gun, and a bottle
 Don't think I'll make it, I won't make it
 That's the sound of death
 Taking her last breath
 That's the sound of death
 Taking her last breath