| I don’t know where to begin, I think I’m
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| (Moments away)
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| From everything crumbling all around me, so
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| (Show me the way)
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| Out of the deep end, now my back is
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| (Bowing in pain)
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| I might be jumpin' the gun, I might be jumpin' the gun, I might be jumpin'
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| (Oh no, the shame)
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| Where will I end up? |
| (Uh, uh, uh)
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| If I don’t wake up tomorrow
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| I let the pain do me in
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| Wake him in the middle of the night, I feel I’m all alone
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| And, oh, where did he go? |
| Where did he go?
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| (Sometimes, I think I’ll never know)
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| Speaking all pain and all the things that made us hate him
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| «What an ego»
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| (I guess I’m better off than I know)
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| You’re afraid now, 'fraid now, 'fraid now, 'fraid now, 'fraid now
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| (Not get it, not-not get it, not-not get it, not-not get it)
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| I don’t know where to begin, I think I’m
|
| (Moments away)
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| From everything crumbling all around me, so
|
| (Show me the way)
|
| Out of the deep end, now my back is
|
| (Bowing in pain)
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| I might be jumpin' the gun, I might be jumpin' the gun, I might be jumpin'
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| (Oh no, the shame)
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| Where will I end up?
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| (Don't let the pain do you in) |