| I can’t seem to begin to breathe
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| I’m always talking but I can’t articulate a thing
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| A stack of stories and my pattern’s repeating
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| A mind due for losing, I could use a drink
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| I’m thinking simple but committing all my nights to ink
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| A whole collection of events have gone missing
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| I’d digress but I’m barely listening
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| Falling in focus
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| Before landing inside a blur
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| And excusing the surface of what I’ve returned
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| (I repeat while details leave me)
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| Memory loss disorder
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| Rerun the process over
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| (I repeat the details leave me)
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| My memory isn’t exactly what it used to be
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| The short gets shorter while the long-term just laughs at me
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| (I repeat while details leave me)
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| Memory loss disorder
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| Rerun the process over
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| (I repeat the details leave me)
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| I can’t recall a single thing before I turned 18
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| A quarter crisis from the back of my destructive brain
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| Falling in focus
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| Before landing inside a blur
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| Are you sure that attention’s in order?
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| Because I’m falling in focus
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| Because I’m landing inside a blur
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| Are you sure that I’ll be forgetful forever?
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| Will I be forgetful forever?
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| Memory loss disorder
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| Rerun the process over
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| Memory loss disorder
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| Rerun the process over
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| (I repeat as details leave me)
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| I never told a single soul before today
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| (I repeat the details leave me)
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| You have to face while I walked alone
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| My day to day in the stroke of the unknown |