| Sweet — Anxious behaviour awaiting your saviour
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| Time — Expanding contorting all concepts aborted
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| Wait — for your ticket to escape reality
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| Lie — to yourself every time you say all is fine
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| Your life is under scalpel
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| Slicing carving through your thoughts
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| Can you bear to live another day?
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| Social vice, attractive gamble
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| With your health and sanity
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| You plan your day to reach your high
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| Rise — anticipate the high
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| And fall, to ground
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| Your saviour, not found
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| Wasting time, redundant life
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| Sleep and lie, awake to find, it’s gone
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| You’re dependant from now on And you believe in your own lies
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| Anticipation of a high |