| It seems sometimes that it slips
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| And it slides away from me
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| The more I try, the less it fits
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| The less it fits inside my mind
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| I wanna catch, I wanna catch you
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| But I’m stumbling just like you
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| So won’t you try to catch me
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| Just before I take the fall
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| And every time I’m hit
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| My flesh is right on the blue
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| I’m trying hard to keep
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| Myself together squeezing through
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| I catch a glimpse of the thoughts
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| Spinning around inside my mind
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| I’m looking for, for just one thing
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| To make me leave this place
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| And every time I’m hit
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| My flesh is right on the blue
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| I’m trying hard to keep
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| Myself together squeezing through
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| And every time I’m hit
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| My flesh is right on the blue
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| I’m trying hard to keep
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| Myself together squeezing through
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| I wanna catch, I wanna catch you
|
| But I’m stumbling just like you
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| So won’t you try to catch me
|
| Just before I take the fall
|
| And every time I’m hit
|
| My flesh is right on the blue
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| I’m trying hard to keep
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| Myself together squeezing through
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| And every time I’m hit
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| My flesh is right on the blue
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| I’m trying hard to keep
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| Myself together squeezing through |