| Hahaha!
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| You’re not crazy, Nick. |
| You’re creative
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| You’re so creative
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| Shut the fuck up!
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| I am quickly realizing
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| All the problems that I’m facing
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| All exist inside this hatred
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| For myself, my thoughts are racing
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| Is there anybody out there
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| Feeling dim, dark and depleting?
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| What is safe? |
| 'Cause all I fear is near
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| And death I’ll soon be greeting
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| I truly wish the flickering would stop
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| And I could catch my breath
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| But this films left on repeat again
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| Somehow you soon forget
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| You’ve damn near downed your second bottle
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| Drunken words in full effect
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| These sober thoughts have always lived here
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| Driving by until they wreck
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| I’m fucking numb
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| (Yeah)
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| You don’t know a thing about the terror that I breathe into my lungs
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| And I don’t know a thing about myself other than what is soon to come
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| I’m fucking numb
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| I’m fucking numb
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| I’m fucking numb
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| I’m fucking numb, yeah
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| I think the sky is falling
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| But it’s my imagination
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| Overcasting on and off again
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| To form a new foundation
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| Hopefully I reconstruct myself
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| It might take quite a while
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| Obsolete upon comparison
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| These scars all stretch for miles
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| I’ll never find the person I was then
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| He’s buried deep below
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| Subterranean inhabitant
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| I hope he likes the snow
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| Did the soul inside his body
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| Ever find his way back home?
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| Am I talking in third person?
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| Yeah I guess we’ll never know
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| I’m fucking numb
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| (Yeah)
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| You don’t know a thing about the terror that I breathe into my lungs
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| And I don’t know a thing about myself other than what is soon to come |