| I’m breathing, guess I’m still alive
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| But I’m sinking in your eyes tonight
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| I’m shaking, 'cause I miss the high
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| I’m regretting that we let this feeling die!
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| Well if I could change my ways I would (I would)
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| You know that I’d stop these thoughts if I could (if I could)
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| But what makes matters worse, I’m missing you more
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| I filtered you out, cutting the cord
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| Dialysis is goodbye!
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| I’m dozing, 'cause I had you in a dream
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| Now I’m craving you in my blood stream
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| Maybe if I keep real still
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| You might see me when you look for something real
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| Well if I could change my ways I would (I would)
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| You know that I’d stop these thoughts if I could (if I could)
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| But what makes matters worse, I’m missing you more
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| I filtered you out, cutting the cord
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| Dialysis is goodbye!
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| Well what’s it gonna take to get you out of my blood?
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| I’d do anything, I’d do anything
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| And what’s it gonna take to get you out of my head?
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| Well if I could change my ways I would
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| You know that I’d stop these thoughts if I could
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| If I could change my ways I would (I would)
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| You know that I’d stop these thoughts if I could (if I could)
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| But what makes matters worse, I’m missing you more
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| I filtered you out, cutting the cord
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| Dialysis is goodbye! |