| Lash out on me if it makes you feel better
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| Would you nullify your life
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| If the chance came by?
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| There’s a remedy & it’s makes me feel better
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| It’s something you could learn
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| But you’re not concerned
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| Your excuses have gotten to you
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| You can’t tell you’re wrong
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| I thought for the first time I was doing something right
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| Every fiber in my body was giving the green light
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| If I lost you I’d also lose my sense of pride
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| I’d spend my days in solitude like a wayward satellite
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| (No one would come looking, where would they even start?)
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| You make yourself the outsider
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| You make yourself the abandoned lost recluse
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| You put yourself so much lower then you are entitled
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| & Let your shortcomings defeat you
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| It’ getting hard to reach you, you’re too far-gone
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| I feel like I’m climbing an endless ladder
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| That leads to nowhere & doesn’t matter
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| Would you leave the earth to elude your sense of worth?
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| Could you see it through, Could you see it through to the end?
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| Lash out on me if it makes you feel better
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| I’ve reached out enough times
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| To know a bark from a bite
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| (I hope that I arrive in time)
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| I know your numb and on the verge of giving in to an urge
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| But things could be worse, remember things could always be worse
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| No. I can’t watch you
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| Throw yourself under the bus
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| I tried to, I tried to tell you but you never want to hear it
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| It’ getting hard to reach you, you’re too far-gone
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| I feel like I’m climbing an endless ladder
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| That leads to nowhere & doesn’t matter
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| Your excuses have gotten to you
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| You can’t tell you’re wrong
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| Could you see it through, Could you see it through to the end?
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| You got caught out by the wind
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| Your face got stuck suffering
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| Lash out on me if it makes you feel anything at all
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| ‘Cause there must be something you’ll live for
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| I hope that I arrive in time to see your life flash before your eyes
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| I want a glimpse into your mind
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| Tell me what would I find brewing in the space between your eyes?
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| The space between your eyes
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| (I feel like I’m climbing an endless ladder that leads to nowhere
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| It doesn’t matter. |
| Would you see it through?
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| Would you see it through to the end?) |