| I predicted a terrible end before obvious glances and mess going
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| Like self-awareness
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| Adrift again
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| I’ll soak the trouble off your hands, just to unearth the lot of it
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| When I go down, I will grasp this
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| Whisper to the hours like we’re truest friends
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| Give the little life I have to them
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| A swift shot of reality smolders more than anything
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| Cleanses, changes, what should be
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| The tide, abide, it’s in your lengths
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| I’ll lose my sense of danger
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| When the bottle’s base reaches my hand
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| I, I lose it
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| I’ll lose my sense of danger
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| When the bottle’s base reaches my hand
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| I, I lose it
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| I’ll lose my sense of danger
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| When the bottle’s base reaches my hand
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| I, I lose it
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| I’ll lose my sense of danger
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| When the bottle’s base reaches my hand
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| I, I lose it
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| I’ll soak the trouble off your hands, just to unearth the lot of it
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| When I go down, I will grasp this
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| Whisper to the hours like we’re truest friends
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| Give the little life I have to them
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| Adrift again |