| I’ll pick it up right where I left off
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| They’re banging their drums and they point to me
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| I’m only alive when I need to be
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| And I’ll keep on digging up my lost cause
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| It comes so slow but suddenly
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| The things that make you happy
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| They are not enough for me
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| For me, for me, for me
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| I, I’ll keep it coming if you want some more
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| I’ll keep on running but it gets so tiring
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| And when there is nothing left to write down
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| Oh, will you come running when I get too tired?
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| When I get too tired
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| In the bright red sky I saw
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| A pain that I clung to once before
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| But I never want to go there anymore
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| And in my bright blue eyes I know
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| I’m looking for something to calm my nerves
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| The clock is a knife and I wait my turn
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| And it’s just getting worse
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| It’s worse, it’s worse, it’s worse
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| I, I’ll keep it coming if you want some more
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| I’ll keep on running but it gets so tiring
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| And when all the water fills my lungs up
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| Oh, will you come running when I get too tired?
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| When I get too tired
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| I just want to play god for myself (for myself)
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| I just want war and nothing else (and nothing else)
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| Oh, it’s just getting worse
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| It’s worse, it’s worse, it’s worse
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| I, I’ll keep it coming if you want some more
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| I’ll keep on running but it gets so tiring
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| And when I got nothing left to give you
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| Oh, will you come running when I get too tired?
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| When I get too tired |