| I slam the door in my own face again
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| To see if I will ever change the feeling
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| I separate from my body
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| Simply just lost in my mind
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| If I walk and find a stone
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| Break it open to find my own gold
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| Making riches out of nothing
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| There is one thing, the way it’s spent
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| Is the challenge or we’ll have nothing left
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| Fill my stomach with bags of salt
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| Dissolve like a slug but you know it’s your fault
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| But once my remains are left on the floor
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| I’ll blossom like a flower and become a whole
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| Do you love, when you’re breaking at the seams?
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| Do you love, when you forget what it means?
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| Do you love, when you have nothing?
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| An empty pocket doesn’t hurt as much as an empty chest
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| Fill my stomach with bags of salt
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| Dissolve like a slug but you know it’s your fault
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| But once my remains are left on the floor
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| I’ll blossom like a flower and become a whole
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| So break the bread and offer up
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| The ones you cared for and loved enough
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| Because you gave up your water for a fifth of gin
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| You’re like a sailboat with no captain or wind
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| Fill my stomach with bags of salt
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| Dissolve like a slug but you know it’s your fault
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| But once my remains are left on the floor
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| I’ll blossom like a flower and become a whole |