| I’m sinking with America
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| All smothered by my conscience and fear
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| I’m aching in the strangest places
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| Can’t feel myself with distance
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| I forget that there’s a world outside
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| Where I can be weightless in the sunlight
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| So many vices with me everywhere I go
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| And they’re serving me to the lions slowly
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| Baby I feel like I’m alone again
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| And I’m fading, I know that this is how it ends
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| Can you help me?
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| Can you promise that you will carry the pain?
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| Oh baby, ‘cause I feel I’ll never break the chain
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| And I repeat the foolish addict’s loop
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| The boiling over and the keeping it cool
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| Give me the stage, God knows my life needs staging
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| What the hell else should I do?
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| Baby I feel like I’m alone again
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| And I’m fading, I know that this is how it ends
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| Can you help me?
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| Can you promise that you will carry the pain?
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| Oh baby, ‘cause I feel I’ll never break the chain |