| I think there’s a pulse
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| But I don’t remember feeling
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| Anything close to this
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| And I don’t know if it’s worthwhile
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| But I hope so
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| 'Cause I don’t feel so well
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| No I don’t feel so well
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| I’ve gotta keep a grip on this
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| But the rising tide could still
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| Pull us underneath
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| And leave us to the ocean
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| Either way
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| I’m starting to feel like something’s wrong with this poison
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| 'Cause in my veins it’s burning
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| And I hope you hold a place for us
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| Far enough away
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| From all the flames they like to tell us burn
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| And I hope you hold a way for us
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| But I don’t really know you
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| I don’t really know you…
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| Why the hell did I seek the truth?
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| Of all I see in its reflection
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| But part of me regrets it
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| And I just wanted to see
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| Now it’s clear
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| We’re alone in this
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| It’s your funeral, it’s your dying day
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| So make amends
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| For the end will leave us nothing
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| It’s your funeral, it’s your dying day
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| So make amends, one last stand
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| Then leave with nothing!
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| When I breathe again,
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| Will my lungs fill with fire?
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| When I breathe again, I hope it’s ok
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| Will I see again?
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| When the smoke clears, who will still remain?
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| When I see again, I hope it’s ok…
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| Chemical fires will signal we’re dead
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| Chemical fires will signal we’re dead and gone
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| Chemical fires will signal we’re… |