| No, don’t tell me I’m alright
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| It seems the more I fall the less I come alive
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| It’s hard to see inside
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| This life that I have sworn to
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| But I never wanted this for anyone
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| And now you’ve taken my last breath
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| Sick from the weight left on my chest
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| No, don’t tell me I’m alright
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| It seems the more I fall the less I come alive
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| It’s hard to see inside
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| Just take a look behind the curtain of demise
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| I’m an addict force of habit on the double
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| I spark the static for dramatics, call me trouble
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| You never would believe what I have become
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| And still I can’t believe I’m running
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| No, don’t tell me I’m alright
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| It seems the more I fall the less I come alive
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| It’s hard to see inside
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| Just take a look behind the curtain of demise
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| And honestly I’m so far from hope
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| Without a way to get back to me
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| Without a way to get back
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| No, don’t tell me I’m alright
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| It seems the more I fall the less I come alive
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| It’s hard to see inside
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| Just take a look behind the curtain of demise
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| No don’t tell me I’m alright
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| It seems the more I fall the less I come alive
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| It’s hard to see inside
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| Just take a look behind the curtain of demise |