| I feel myself take it for granted
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| I know I should be happy here
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| Everything that I wished would happen
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| Is staring back at me crystal clear
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| That’s when the pattern takes control
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| Playing the game over and over
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| Letting me know it’s never gunna let me go
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| I know
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| If I had everything I wanted would I want more?
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| Would I keep fighting if there’s nothing left to fight for?
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| Sometimes I feel like I’m just sinking into quicksand, quicksand
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| I used to think that this was something I could die for
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| I hate admitting to myself that I was never sure
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| Sometimes I feel like I’m just sinking into quicksand, quicksand
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| One thing I thought I’d never be
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| Chasing my tail just for the feeling
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| Lying in bed, stare at the ceiling
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| And farewell the light the dark is stealing
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| It’s all I know and I’m taking it back, taking it back
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| It’s all I know and I’m taking it back, taking it back
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| If I had everything I wanted would I want more?
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| Would I keep fighting if there’s nothing left to fight for?
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| Sometimes I feel like I’m just sinking into quicksand, quicksand
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| I used to think that this was something I could die for
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| I hate admitting to myself that I was never sure
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| Sometimes I feel like I’m just sinking into quicksand, quicksand
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| I’m waiting, anticipating, breath bated
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| Thinking about everything I never did
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| I’m trying but what’s the use in trying
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| When all I’m left with is disillusionment
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| It’s all I know and I’m taking it back, taking it back
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| It’s all I know and I’m taking it back, taking it back
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| If I had everything I wanted would I want more?
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| Would I keep fighting if there’s nothing left to fight for?
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| Sometimes I feel like I’m just sinking into quicksand, quicksand
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| I used to think that this was something I could die for
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| I hate admitting to myself that I was never sure
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| Sometimes I feel like I’m just sinking into quicksand, quicksand |