| Can you fix me?
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| I’ve fallen into the palm of your hand
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| A little more
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| And like a witness to your calling
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| I’m back to where it began
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| A little more
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| Over again
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| (All we ever had is ashes now)
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| Tied to the end
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| (Like a ribbon that keeps turning round)
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| Full of regret
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| (For all the sentiments we never found)
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| Toes on the edge
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| Falling in, outside your world
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| And now your sickness is crawling
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| To become one again
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| A little more
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| Over again
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| (All we ever had is ashes now)
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| Tied to the end
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| (Like a ribbon that keeps turning round)
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| Full of regret
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| (For all the sentiments we never found)
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| Toes on the edge
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| Falling in, outside your world
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| Over again
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| (All we ever had is ashes now)
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| Tied to the end
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| (Like a ribbon that keeps turning round)
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| Full of regret
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| (For all the sentiments we never found)
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| Toes on the edge
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| Falling in, outside your world
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| We began outside your walls
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| Left to decay
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| We’re out of the world
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| And left to remain
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| We began outside your walls
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| (All we ever had is ashes now)
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| Left to decay
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| (Like a ribbon that keeps turning round)
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| We’re out of the world
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| (For all the sentiments we never found)
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| And left to remain
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| Falling in, outside your world
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| Over again
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| (All we ever had is ashes now)
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| Tied to the end
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| (Like a ribbon that keeps turning round)
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| But I burned it into myself
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| Falling in, outside your world |