| Stop Swimming |
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| This song leaks out onto the pavement |
| It could be a joke, it could be a statement |
| The more that I fake it and pretend I don’t care |
| The more you can read in to what isn’t there |
| Maybe it’s time to stop swimming |
| Maybe it’s time to find out where I’m at What I should do and where I should be But no-one will give me a map |
| I’ll leave now this can’t continue |
| But I forget which door I came through |
| And I know what the lift can be painfully slow |
| So I’m happy to leave by the window |
