| First floor people
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| I’ll take my place among the throngs
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| Everyone reading books on how not to fall
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| Some may say, the world looks the same through red eyes
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| No way
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| Covered in dirt off the floor, I’m seeing straight
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| Don’t be scared if you know
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| Help me to explain myself
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| Who am I to fool now if you’re gone, you’re gone?
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| If I am found below the ground
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| I’m searching, desperate.
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| Prepared people, take your places on deck.
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| I’m a lost boy with no one to tell me I am safe
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| Overarching rules have told me not to think about,
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| Who am I to fool now if you’re gone, you’re gone?
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| If I am found below the ground
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| I’m searching, desperate.
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| This hole is deeper by the hour
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| My hands are bleeding I spin around
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| You’re nowhere
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| I’ll throw away my ugly plans
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| They’re too tired to push me anywhere but down
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| So who am I to fool now if you’re gone, you’re gone?
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| When I am found below the ground
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| I’m searching, I’m desperate |