| I would dig a thousand holes to lay next to you
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| I would dig a thousand more if I needed to
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| I look around the grave
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| For an escape route of old routines
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| There doesn’t seem to be any other way
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| Cause I’ve started falling apart
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| I’m not savouring life
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| I’ve forgotten how good it could be
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| To feel alive
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| Crazy as it sounds you won’t
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| Feel as low as you feel right now
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| At least that’s what I’ve been told by everyone
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| I whisper empty sounds in your ear
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| And hope that you won’t let go
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| Take the pieces and build them skywards
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| Cause I’ve started falling apart
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| I’m not savouring life
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| I’ve forgotten how good it could be
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| To feel alive
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| I’ve started falling apart
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| I’m not savouring life
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| Take the pieces and build them skywards
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| I’ve forgotten how good it could be
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| To feel alive
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| Take the pieces and build them skywards
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| I’ve started falling apart
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| I’m not savouring life
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| Take the pieces and build them skywards
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| I’ve forgotten how good it could be
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| To feel alive
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| Take the pieces and build them skywards
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| I’ve started falling apart
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| I’m not savouring life
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| Take the pieces and build them skywards
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| I’ve forgotten how good it could be
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| To feel alive
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| Take the pieces and build them skywards
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| Take the pieces and build them skywards
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| And take the pieces and build them skywards
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| And take the pieces and build them up to the sky |