| Don't look now |
| Woah, you'll see me crying rivers, I might drown |
| Don't know how |
| Woah-oh, will I ever find my own way out? |
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| I don't wanna lose me so cruelly |
| I'm driftin' in and out of who I am |
| So help me understand |
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| It's killin' me slow |
| Try to make me just another believer |
| Everybody just pretending they're preachers, preachers |
| It's killin' me slow |
| Yeah, I'd rather let them dig my grave shallow |
| Instead of sellin' out to something so hollow, hollow |
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| Not afraid |
| Woah, to tell you all my sins I can't escape |
| I won't change |
| Woah, it's like a bad disease that I can't shake |
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| I don't wanna lose me so cruelly |
| I'm driftin' in and out of who I am |
| So help me understand |
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| It's killin' me slow |
| Try to make me just another believer |
| Everybody just pretending they're preachers, preachers |
| It's killin' me slow |
| Yeah, I'd rather let them dig my grave shallow |
| Instead of sellin' out to something so hollow, hollow |
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| Hollow, hollow |
| (Instead of sellin' out to something so hollow) |
| Hollow, hollow |
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| It's killin' me slow |
| Yeah, I'd rather let them dig my grave shallow |
| Instead of sellin' out to something so hollow |
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