| Back-pedaling into the black
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| But I can still make out the figures
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| That will threaten my well-being
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| The wind will rise and fall
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| But never sway from side to side
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| Progression halted
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| Encapsulating the fluid weave of death
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| Like a garden that contains all of its arrested offspring
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| We’re afraid to force our legs to break free from the earth
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| And take the first step towards our insecurity
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| Sleep away your selfishness
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| Slip into collapse
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| A still-like state of disregard
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| From which you can’t fall back
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| You never fully moved me
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| I’ve been embedded in the dust
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| And my mind has been ravaged by war
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| Pray for farewell as if I was yours to lose
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| I would love to love you, if you were someone else
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| So forgive me for being unresponsive
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| I’m sure it’s hard to train your ears
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| To hear me crying out for help
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| With my lips sewn shut by the stitches of my own indecision
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| So I’ll speak in whispers to permit my throat relief
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| I bite my tongue
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| Fill my mouth with blood
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| And swallow enough to kill me
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| Before I’m forced to lose more sleep
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| So I’ll speak in whispers to permit my throat relief
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| I bite my tongue
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| Fill my mouth with blood
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| And swallow enough to kill me
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| I would love to love you
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| If you were someone else
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| Am I fit to walk alone again
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| Or will you save me from myself?
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| Breathe life into me
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| Be all that I can see
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| Or carry on without me
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| And just know I wished you well |