| Do you ever get the feeling
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| That you’re floating
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| Do you ever get the sense that your body is gone
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| Awake, out of focus
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| Unnerved
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| Unnerved
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| This place might not be the same one that I know so well
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| Out of sync with time again, feels so real this time
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| Out of sync and violently aware that something’s off
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| Technically there’s a chance I might be in a dream
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| Repeating scenes again
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| Witnessing grieving friends
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| Mother’s caring eyes, they carry pain I’ve never seen, so hysterically
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| «He's still here. |
| He’s still here.» |
| Where?
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| «He's still here. |
| He’s still here.»
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| I’m a floating skeptic, who are they burying
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| Curious perspective, don’t know when to lose
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| Like that time we met disaster covered up in sheets of plaster. |
| Driving faster!
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| I taste the pavement on my tongue. |
| Punctured lung
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| Laughing off the warning just because
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| Faltered breathing. |
| I’m not leaving
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| Awake, out of focus. |
| Unnerved
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| This place might not be the same one that I know so well…
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| Out of sync with time again, feels so real this time
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| Out of sync and violently aware that somethings off
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| They’ve seen enough, They’ve seen enough
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| Carry on, Carry on
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| Brother, why won’t you answer? |
| You seem to suffer like I’m gone…
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| No! |
| Is that my cadaver? |
| This can’t be over! |
| Take me home
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| No! |
| Don’t you put me under, just hold me closer
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| To me, I’m not gone
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| I’m not breathing
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| I’m not leaving
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| I’m a floating skeptic, watching them bury me
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| Curious perspective, know when to lose
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| Like that time we met disaster covered up in sheets of plaster. |
| Driving faster!
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| I taste the pavement on my tongue. |
| Just because
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| «He's still here…» |