| Deep beneath my skin
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| I felt the change of pace as all the walls began to spin
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| I said I wasn’t sure
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| There’s a lot I never say, 'cause it just gets in the way of me
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| And any bit of work that I might have found myself to gain
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| Deceased
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| Switched up, don’t wait up
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| I’m sick and tired of this bad luck, won’t let up
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| I’m pushing daisies just to slow down and not drown
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| My feet are kicking but it’s no use
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| I’m seduced by my own self-abuse
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| Kept loosely tied
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| I’m looking for what I can’t find
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| Even though it’s hung in front of my eyes this long
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| 'Cause I’m too busy looking in the places that I’ll never belong
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| Dead wrong
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| Losing out on the win, 'cause I’ve been headstrong
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| Switched up, don’t wait up
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| I’m sick and tired of this bad luck, won’t let up
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| I’m pushing daisies just to slow down and not drown
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| My feet are kicking but it’s no use
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| I’m seduced by my own self-abuse
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| By my own self-abuse
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| By my own self-abuse
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| I’m feeling switched up, don’t wait up
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| I’m sick and tired of this bad luck, won’t let up
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| I’m pushing daisies just to slow down and not drown
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| My feet are kicking but it’s no use
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| I’m seduced by my own self-abuse |