| I’m losing days
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| Living life in cinematic haze
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| Moving through it frame by frame
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| And I’m trying not to notice
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| That I’m never in the moment
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| I’ll let it pass
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| A numbing sense disguised by sleight of hand
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| Better thoughts are built on air
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| And they’ll crumble if I hold them
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| And it won’t last in the moment
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| Wait, am I about to lose myself again
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| In between these walls so torn and thin
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| Everything is seen for what it is
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| Why don’t I feel like all the others
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| Why don’t I feel like all the others
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| Just like the broken, I have suffered
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| So why don’t I feel like all the others
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| I don’t recall
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| What it’s like to walk down vacant halls
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| What if I could turn it off
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| If I wake up from this coma
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| Will I wake up in the moment
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| I wrestle fate
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| Knowing life will win this great debate
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| Chance will have the final say
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| And I wonder for a moment
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| Will I break down
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| When it’s over |