| Can’t eat
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| Can’t sleep
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| Can’t breathe
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| Can’t speak
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| Can’t see
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| Can’t be
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| I haven’t been asleep for three days
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| Red-eyed a tired and each waking moment’s a replay
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| But I’ll be okay, I’m gonna be okay
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| One day the sea will change
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| One day I’ll feel great
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| Maybe I’m just shaken
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| But I kinda feel like my whole life was taken
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| My mind is breaking, land is quaking, back is aching
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| I wanna backtrack this path I’ve taken
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| The slacker’s lazy, lack a daisical lack of latent gain favouring games
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| In my safe space
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| Happy to stay in my lane just to save face
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| That’s me, afraid of the shame and the pain of the unknown
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| I’ll save changing my ways for another day
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| No wonder I haven’t grown, never impressed
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| My ship’s sailing away, never done my best, nevertheless
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| I’m breaking the waves
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| One day I’ll be okay
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| Just give me time and give me space
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| One day I’ll be okay
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| One day I’ll be okay
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| One day I’ll be okay
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| Just give me time and give me space
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| One day I’ll be okay
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| One day I’ll be okay
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| When did I become this monster?
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| I didn’t even see
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| When did I become this shadow
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| Of the things I used to be?
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| When did I become this shipwrecked soul?
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| I’m still lost at sea
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| When will I be rescued from this hole
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| And finally find me?
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| But I’ll be okay
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| I’m going to be okay
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| One day the sea’ll change
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| One day I’ll feel great
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| When we peep beneath the surface
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| Then we see the deeper purpose
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| Though my knees are weak, I’m nervous
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| I’m never gonna let it keep me down 'cause I’m determined
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| To weather any storm
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| A devil can present in many forms, money falls
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| And minds change, opinion can be bought
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| A penny for your thoughts, a pound for your prayers
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| It isn’t the cellar door that’s keeping you downstairs
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| It isn’t a metaphor, we’re breathing the foul air
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| We’ve met it before whenever people have held breath
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| And bitten the tongue that’s just to be living in comfort
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| It’ll come back to bite you right in the bum, look
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| I’m but an Umbra
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| Another apparition, listen, I’m not a number
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| I’m a prisoner wishing the vision of visitors visiting us is legitimate
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| And yet it isn’t
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| I’m giving up, I’m giving up
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| One day I’ll be okay
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| Just give me time and give me space
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| One day I’ll be okay
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| One day I’ll be okay
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| One day I’ll be okay
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| Just give me time and give me space
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| One day I’ll be okay
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| One day I’ll be okay
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| When did I become this monster?
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| I didn’t even see
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| When did I become this shadow
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| Of the things I used to be?
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| When did stop being human?
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| When did I lose my being?
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| When did I slip between the cracks
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| To the comforting gloom, unseen?
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| But I’ll be okay
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| I’m going to be okay
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| One day the sea’ll change
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| One day I’ll feel great
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| I couldn’t have been any better
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| I couldn’t have done any more
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| I should have just written a letter
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| And let it wash up on the shore
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| I couldn’t have been any stronger
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| I couldn’t have kept up my chin
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| Couldn’t have done it any longer
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| I wouldn’t know where to begin
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| I haven’t been asleep for three days
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| Red-eyed and tired and each waking moment’s a replay
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| But I’ll be okay
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| I’m gonna be okay
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| One day the sea’ll change
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| One day I’ll feel great
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| One day I’ll be okay
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| Just give me time and give me space
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| One day I’ll be okay
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| One day I’ll be okay
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| One day I’ll be okay
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| Just give me time and give me space
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| One day I’ll be okay
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| One day I’ll be okay
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| When did I become this monster?
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| I didn’t even see
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| When did I become this shadow
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| Of the things I used to be?
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| When did become the wintrous vestige
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| Left of a once fresh spring?
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| When did I become a whisper
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| Of the song I used to sing?
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| But I’ll be okay
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| I’m going to be okay
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| One day the sea’ll change
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| One day I’ll feel great |