| I’m going out sleepwalking
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| Where mute memories start talking
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| The boss that couldn’t help but hurt you
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| And the pretty thing you made desert you
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| I’m going out like a baby
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| A naive, unsatisfiable baby
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| Grabbing onto whatever’s around
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| For the soaring high or the crushing down
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| With hidden cracks that don’t show
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| But that constantly just grow
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| I’m looking for the man that attacked me
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| While everybody was laughing at me
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| You beat it in me, that part of you
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| But I’m gonna split us back in two
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| Tired of living in a cloud
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| If you’re gonna say shit now, you’ll do it out loud
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| It’s 2:45 in the morning
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| And I’m putting myself on warning
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| For waking up in an unknown place
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| With a recollection you’ve half erased
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| Looking for somebody’s arms
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| To wave away past harms
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| I’m walking out on center circle
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| The both of you can just fade to black
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| I’m walking out on center circle
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| Been pushed away and I’ll never go back |