| I can’t go on
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| Deflate the air from both
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| of my lungs
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| Fears one by one
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| Followed me home
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| And became reality
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| I’m a failure
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| I’m a freak
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| I’m a chip on your shoulder
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| The last thing you need
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| Shudder, earth quakes at the thought
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| Of a life that’s meaningless
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| And with such a promising past
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| But you can always count on me
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| To choke the end
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| I can’t go on
|
| Deflate the air
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| From both
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| Of my lungs
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| I’ll be gone
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| Long before daylight shows its face
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| Honestly I’m
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| Taking big strides
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| In a race towards normalcy
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| Where more is more
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| And less is weak
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| Where love is crap, emotion speaks
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| For us all
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| What’s really right
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| Who’s who to say
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| I can survive alone again
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| Figured that out the hardest way
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| The forecast calls for fire
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| Flames sound nice today
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| I can’t go on
|
| Deflate the air from both
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| Of my lungs
|
| Ill be gone
|
| Long before daylight shows its face
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| It’s old and worn
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| And it’s mouth smiles no more
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| Well I’m worth my weight in potting soil
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| Maybe I try to hard to care
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| I left a note on your bed
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| I don’t recall what it said
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| It’s something like
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| «I'm completely miserable
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| And I’m better off dead»
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| I can’t go on
|
| Deflate the air from both
|
| Of my lungs
|
| Ill be gone
|
| Long before daylight shows its face
|
| It’s old and worn
|
| And it’s mouth smiles no more
|
| Well I’m worth my weight in potting soil
|
| Maybe I try to hard to care
|
| I can’t go on
|
| Deflate the air from both
|
| Of my lungs
|
| I can’t go on
|
| Deflate the air from both
|
| Of my lungs
|
| I can’t go on |