| Now I’m running out of reasons
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| And I spoke too soon
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| The clock weighs on the counter top
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| And everything is sinking through the floor
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| You hold the door
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| And I’ll pressure the hinges
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| Would you trust these locks?
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| And sleep to hide your secrets?
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| Dodging bullets is easier
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| When you don’t believe in fate
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| And I swear, yes I swear
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| That we won’t make it obvious
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| When we turn around again
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| What are you afraid of?
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| Are you scared you’re not alone?
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| You keep running out
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| Turn around again
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| You aspire to be helpless, hopeless
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| Burning all your dreams
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| I’m running low on secrets
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| That will quench your thirsty ears
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| And I count the seconds
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| Between distraction and the moment
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| Fifteen seconds till melt down
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| Fifteen seconds till the roof will hit the floor
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| So I see the light in the stairway
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| And the room is littered with maps and hotel keys
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| So we turn around again
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| What are you afraid of?
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| Are you scared you’re not alone?
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| You keep running out
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| Turn around again
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| You aspire to be helpless, hopeless
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| Burning all, burning all your dreams
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| Your dreams, your dreams, your dreams
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| Wear the robe of the pig skin
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| And he’ll wear the crown
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| Wear the robe of the pig skin
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| And he’ll wear the crown
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| He’ll run and he’ll run
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| And he’ll run till you stop him
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| What are you afraid of?
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| Why are you so afraid?
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| Turn around again
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| I see your eyes changing
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| And your passion’s gone again
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| You’re still running out
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| Turn around again
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| We desire to be comforted
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| In this broken world you’re in
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| Fifteen seconds till
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| Fifteen seconds till |