| I am losing all my sympathy
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| A reflective dance with misery
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| 'Cause in 18.000 days
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| Our own hearts cease to obey
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| I’m romancing a cliché
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| In this life we portray
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| We conduct our own demise
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| I want to break out
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| I want to break out now
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| I always saw myself as «come and get me»
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| I never thought that I would let you in
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| Some say that I have always lacked control
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| I’m balancing my deviant revolt
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| I never thought that I was here to save you
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| If someone told me I would die alone
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| This is a battle against my own relief
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| It’s hard to face the fact you’re on your own
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| Through these battles
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| I allude myself
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| While debating my indifference
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| Keep the pressure
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| See it heal
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| I am scared to be relieved
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| I am dreaming of a day
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| When I don’t feel a thing
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| A repulsive piece of mind
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| I want to break out
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| I want to break out now
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| I always saw myself as «come and get me»
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| I never thought that I would let you in
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| Some say that I have always lacked control
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| I’m balancing my deviant revolt
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| I never thought that I was here to save you
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| If someone told me I would die alone
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| This is a battle against my own relief
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| It’s hard to face the fact you’re on your own
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| I always saw myself as «come and get me»
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| I never thought that I would let you in
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| Some say that I have always lacked control
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| I’m balancing my deviant revolt
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| I never thought that I was here to save you
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| If someone told me I would die alone
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| This is a battle against my own relief
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| It’s hard to face the fact you’re on your own |