| It hurts to breathe but I don’t care
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| The weight of the world the thoughts I couldn’t bare
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| The city sleeps, I’m making plans
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| The less you know the better understand
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| Then I look and see that place
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| It fools me every time
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| Digging deeper pulls me under am I wasting time
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| I’m next in line
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| I pace and fret, my blood, it burns
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| The reason we know but still we never learned
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| The clocks stood still, my legs grow weak
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| It says it’s done, I beg it not to speak
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| Then I look and see that place
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| It fools me every time
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| Digging deeper pulls me under
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| Am I wasting time
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| I’m next in line
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| But you’re gonna you’ll remember, you’re a fucking fraid
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| Never wanna, never gonna and your bed is made
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| But you’re gonna you’ll remember, you’re a fucking fraid
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| Never wanna, never gonna and your bed is made
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| But you’re gonna you’ll remember, you’re a fucking fraid
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| Never wanna, never gonna and your bed is made
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| But you’re gonna you’ll remember, you’re a fucking fraid
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| Never wanna, never gonna and your bed is made
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| Then I look and see that place
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| It fools me every time
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| Digging deeper pulls me under
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| Am I wasting time
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| Then I look and see that place
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| It fools me every time
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| Digging deeper pulls me under
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| Am I wasting time
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| I’m next in line |