| A camera smashed apart in my hands
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| Microchips and memories falling through my fingers
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| Your head’s cut and my arm is broken
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| There are paramedics all around us now
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| So if I lose it, don’t you lose me
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| And if I lose it, don’t you lose me
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| I’ve been hooked up to these machines
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| They are breathing for me
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| And I’ve got words to say
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| Maybe we should talk, talk, talk
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| And if I lose it, don’t you lose me
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| And if I lose it, don’t you lose me
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| Don’t you lose me, don’t you lose me
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| Well, we’re holding on by the tips of our fingers
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| Praying that life keeps a hold of me
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| As we look off, we’re just souls in the ether
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| So far away from these microchips and memories
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| I can’t tell you what will happen
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| To us as the days pass, please just stay with me
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| And if I lose it, don’t you lose me
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| Yeah, if I lose it, don’t you lose me
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| Well, if I lose it, don’t you lose me, oh
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| Yeah, if I lose it, please don’t lose m |