| Help me count to ten backwards but not too fast
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| Help me measure out how much time has passed
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| I need a better understanding
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| A focal point and a glass of whiskey
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| A formulated plot to make these thoughts stop
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| I sit around, I think about
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| How loud this silence can sound
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| But these drinks make me happy
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| Temporarily 'til morning
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| I sit around, I think about
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| How loud this silence can sound
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| But these drinks make me happy
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| Temporarily until the morning
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| Until it comes back again
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| Until it comes back again
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| I swear the volumes multiply
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| When you’re in bed fast asleep inside
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| And honestly I haven’t felt alive in a while
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| Cut the ties, lose the limbs
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| They wear you down
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| As they wear me down too
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| Cut the ties, they wear you down
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| And I still miss you
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| I sit around I think about
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| How loud this silence can sound
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| But these drinks make me happy
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| Temporarily 'til morning
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| Please come back again
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| I need you more than anything
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| And if this place escapes my head
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| I will pretend
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| Keep pretending to
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| Touch the rain clouds
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| Pull the tears out
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| Let the volumes
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| Drown themselves out
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| Touch the rain clouds
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| Pull the tears out
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| Let the volumes
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| Drown themselves out
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| Help me count to ten backwards but not too fast
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| Help me count to ten backwards but not too fast
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| Help me count to ten backwards but not too fast
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| Touch the rain clouds
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| Pull the tears out
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| Let the volumes
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| Drown themselves out
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| Touch the rain clouds
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| Pull the tears out
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| Let the volumes
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| Drown themselves out |