| Can I get away?
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| Get away from you.
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| Cos your broken edge is what told the truth.
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| Standing: in the corner you start facing the wall alone.
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| Shaking: you crawl away.
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| But by now you’ve been so consume.
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| You gave it up for a dirty dime a dozen now you’re layin in the corner so lonely.
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| Locked up. |
| Locked down.
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| So down and out.
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| I’m watchin you die slowly.
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| Standing: in the corner you start facing the wall alone.
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| Shaking: you crawl away.
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| But by now you’ve been so consumed.
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| Can I get away?
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| Get away from you.
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| Cos your broken edge is what’s killing you.
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| And I choke at the sight of you.
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| And I choke.
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| Yeah you’re turning blue.
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| Do you feel fine now?
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| Can I get away?
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| Get away from you.
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| Cos your broken edge is what’s killing you.
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| Do you feel fine now?
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| And I choke at the sight of you.
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| And I choke.
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| Yeah you’re turning blue. |