| Everything we do
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| Everything we do is wrong
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| We’re trapped in a mesh of lies
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| Climbing out means leaving
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| I’m climbing out means leaving
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| I feel hamstrung as I’m here
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| I feel hamstrung as I’m here
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| My footsteps are like grit in the air
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| My footsteps are like grit in the air
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| My footsteps are like grit in the air
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| I, I can’t move as I do it wrong
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| We do it wrong, we all do it wrong
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| We all do it wrong and I can’t move
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| And I can’t move
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| Can’t move as I do
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| Can’t move as I do
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| Always been, always been a little suspiscious
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| Suspiscious of those large heards
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| But I have been a fool, I’ve been a fool
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| The fundamental seams to be a lie
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| The fundamental seams to be a lie
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| My footsteps are like grit in the air
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| My footsteps are like grit in the air
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| My footsteps are like grit in the air
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| I, I can’t move as I do it wrong
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| We do it wrong, we all do it wrong
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| We all do it wrong and I can’t move
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| And I can’t move
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| Can’t move as I do
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| Can’t move as I do
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| And I can’t move
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| Can’t move as I do it wrong
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| My footsteps are like grit in the air
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| Like grit in the air
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| My footsteps are like grit in the air
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| Like grit in the air |