| Don’t blink, I think there’s tragedy chasing after me
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| Finding the perfect moment to take its life
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| I don’t think that I’ll have the strength to survive this one
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| But maybe the means to escape
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| It’s breath is heavy on my shoulder
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| Hanging on like a cruel passenger
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| Who won’t remove his hand from the wheel
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| And though I dare not face it
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| I cannot simply forget it’s there
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| Don’t blink, I think there’s tragedy chasing after me
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| Finding the perfect moment to take its life
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| I don’t think that I’ll have the strength to survive this one
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| But maybe the means to escape
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| Taking in the signs left in wandering arrangements
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| Across memory and time, a scattered landscape
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| Underneath it all, I’m dying to find its meaning
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| Underneath it all, I’m dying to find where its leading
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| Don’t blink, I think there’s tragedy chasing after me
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| Finding the perfect moment to take its life
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| I don’t think that I’ll have the strength to survive this one
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| But maybe the means to escape |