| A sequence of events unfolding in reverse
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| A sting better stimulated when revealing tragedy first
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| Reverse perception reversing imperfection
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| Be aware of the darkness that lies beneath the surface of contrived pleasantries
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| Be aware so as to always hold tighter; |
| speak softer
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| There is no failsafe, so now you know
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| There is no failsafe, so cut ties
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| With the dead weight that is dragging you below
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| Pull me closer, when silence consumes you, I’ll speak words softer
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| Sinking slower, we stimulate the sting, restrain
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| I’m not giving up, I’m giving in to the touch
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| Of every inch of your sea salt skin
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| But you set me ablaze and spread me out with waves in the ocean
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| With every trace of doubt, black me out
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| Don’t stimulate the sting
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| Don’t let the wrong choices repeat themselves
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| Don’t stimulate the sting of irreversible emptiness
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| Pull me in close, pull me in close
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| It’s in the empty spaces that we find ourselves
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| It’s in the empty spaces, reaching out and grasping
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| Searching for what we need to find who we are, who we are
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| There is no failsafe
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| It’s what keeps me hanging on to what you are to me
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| You’re what keeps me hanging on
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| I’m not giving up, I’m giving in, so let’s begin again
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| Pull me closer, when silence consumes you, I’ll speak words softer
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| Sinking slower, we stimulate the sting, restrain
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| Pulling you closer 'cause after all, you’re pulling back farther
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| And we’re sinking slower, we stimulate the sting, restrain
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| Don’t turn your back on her
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| Let her look you right in the eyes, you coward, oh
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| Don’t stimulate the sting
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| Don’t let the wrong choices repeat themselves
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| Don’t stimulate the sting of irreversible emptiness |