| It's crazy when
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| The thing you love the most
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| Is the detriment
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| Let that sink in
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| You can think again
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| When the hand you want to hold
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| Is a weapon and
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| You're nothin' but skin
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| Oh, 'cause I keep digging myself down deeper
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| I won't stop till I get where you are
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| I keep running, I keep running, I keep running
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| They say I may be making a mistake
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| I woulda followed all the way
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| No matter how far
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| I know when you go
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| Down all your darkest roads
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| I woulda followed all the way to the graveyard
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| Oh, 'cause I keep digging myself down deeper
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| I won't stop till I get where you are
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| I keep running when both my feet hurt
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| I won't stop till I get where you are
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| Oh, when you go
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| Down all your darkest roads
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| I woulda followed all the way to the graveyard
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| You look at me
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| With eyes so dark
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| I don't know how you even see
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| You push right through me
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| It's getting real
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| You lock the door
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| You're drunk at the steering wheel
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| And I can't conceal
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| Oh, 'cause I've been digging myself down deeper
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| I won't stop till I get where you are
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| I keep running, I keep running, I keep running
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| They say I may be making a mistake
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| I woulda followed all the way
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| No matter how far
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| I know when you go
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| Down all your darkest roads
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| I woulda followed all the way to the graveyard
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| Oh, 'cause I keep digging myself down deeper
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| I won't stop till I get where you are
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| I keep running when both my feet hurt
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| I won't stop till I get where you are
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| Oh, when you go
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| Down all your darkest roads
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| I woulda followed all the way to the graveyard
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| Oh, it's funny how
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| The warning signs can feel
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| Like they're butterflies
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| Oh, 'cause I keep digging myself down deeper
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| I won't stop till I get where you are
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| I keep running when both my feet hurt
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| I won't stop till I get where you are
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| Oh, when you go
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| Down all your darkest roads
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| I woulda followed all the way to the graveyard |