| It’s a feeling growing old with time
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| Like a restless in a leaves coming down
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| The world is a hole and we all seem to fall
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| Down and down
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| And the universe is growing tall
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| And we all caving into dreams of the space
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| Unfolding her arms cannot do any harm
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| Violent contractions
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| And if there is a God, would we even know his name?
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| And if there is a God, I think he would shake his head
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| And turn away
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| So belong to us all
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| Be God in a shape of a girl
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| Who walks this world
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| And I beg, I beg to be drained
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| From the pain I’ve soaked myself in
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| So I can stay
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| Okay, and more than okay for a while
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| For a while, for a while
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| Infections of a different kind
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| The world is being attacked by your pain
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| If I’m the world then why would I hurt
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| All that is living?
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| And if there is a God, would he then believe in us?
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| And if there is a God, I think he can’t hear all of us
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| Belong to us all
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| Be God in a shape of a girl
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| Who walks this world
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| And I beg, I beg to be drained
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| From the pain I’ve soaked myself in
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| So I can stay
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| Okay, and more than okay for a while
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| For a while, for a while
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| This is the breath, this is the breath… |