| Just stop the act
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| You’ve been climbing on my back to weigh me down
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| But I adapt
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| Keeping you and all your baggage off the ground
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| You’re not just another nail in my coffin
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| You’re the box I’m laid to rot in
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| I’m all in
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| But don’t be surprised if I don’t make it out alive
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| So get a grip
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| You’re losing it
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| Your time is fading fast
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| I won’t waste another second picking you up when you’re falling
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| Back away I’m anything but okay
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| What’s the point of living if you’re already dead?
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| So take the best of anything I have left
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| I won’t waste my days hating myself to death
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| What’s left to say?
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| I’ve been heading down this road, or so I’m told
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| Apparently I’m out of control
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| Apparently I’m about to explode
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| I never thought that I’d be giving you up
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| I never thought that I’d be giving you up
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| I never thought that you’d be holding me back
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| I never thought that you’d be holding me back
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| There will be nothing left of you when I’m through
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| Because of you the air I breathe is suffocating
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| I won’t waste another second on you
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| Picking you up when you fall
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| So take the best of anything I have left
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| I won’t waste my days hating myself to death |