| No sense in talking sense
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| In the end I always lose
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| The lie about love and fear
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| Is they’re things that you can’t choose
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| But my soul is still thirsty
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| Sometimes we all just need a drink
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| You only see through bloodshot eyes
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| When you’re crying in the sink
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| I tried to shake the feeling
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| But now the feeling’s shaking me
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| My back is against the ceiling
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| Still holding on, I cut my teeth
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| Forget it all. |
| Forget it all
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| Forgetting all that’s under me
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| My back is against the ceiling
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| Still holding on, I cut my teeth
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| I’m losing ground and I’m losing sleep
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| So leave that candle burning
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| So I can make it back from the brink
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| I just can’t shake the feeling |