| There’s a real thin line between
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| What’s real and what’s fantasy
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| Crawling slowly
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| Towards a breaking point for me
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| Falling faster down a hole
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| Bottom I can’t see
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| Momentum gaining
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| As I’m picking up speed
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| There’s a force that’s forcing me down
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| There’s a drive that’s driving me away
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| There’s a catch that catches me off guard
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| There’s a point that I just don’t get
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| The water’s so clean, I can see bottom
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| Through the hole in the boat
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| Pitch and bail
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| Till the end of our sunshine
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| Everything that I am dragged through
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| The muck and the grime
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| Don’t count on me
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| Cause it’s my fuckin' time
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| There’s a force that’s forcing me down
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| There’s a drive that’s driving me away
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| There’s a catch that catches me off guard
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| There’s a point that I just don’t get
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| I don’t wanna be the monkey wrench
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| That carries all the pain
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| Making this all feel so real
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| It almost carries it’s own weight
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| I don’t wanna be the monkey wrench
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| That carries all the pain
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| Making this all feel so real
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| It almost carries it’s own weight
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| There’s a force that’s forcing me down
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| There’s a drive that’s driving me away
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| There’s a catch that catches me off guard
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| There’s a point that I just don’t get |