| Another hour in slow motion
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| I’m treading dirty water
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| Dragged down the pacific ocean in a shudder
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| Another minute in rewind
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| I visit lonely ghosts
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| Exhumed by what I find
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| Pacing back and forth
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| Another second in distress
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| I’m making nothing clearer
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| Every move I just regress and reflect in broken mirrors
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| Throw me overboard so I can drown
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| Anything to get a break from this sound
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| Throw me overboard so I can drown
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| Anything to get a break from this sound
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| Another week in disbelief
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| Another week off course
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| At our best when we’re asleep
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| I’ve felt this once before
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| Another day in disarray
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| Always set to fail
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| Depression is so passé when it’s not for sale
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| Throw me overboard so I can drown
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| Anything to get a break from this sound
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| Throw me overboard so I can drown
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| Anything to get a break from this sound
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| I can’t relate to anything
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| I can’t relate to you
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| I can’t relate to what’s tolerable
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| So I’ll see myself on through
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| I can’t relate to anything
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| I can’t relate to you
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| I can’t relate to what’s tolerable
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| So I’ll see myself on through |