| Hands are in the air
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| You spin yourself a web
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| You can see the days slip away
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| Faster and oh when
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| And while we all pretend
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| Like there’s never an end
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| Could it be the seconds we take
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| Have to be short
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| But you dig yourself deeper, deeper
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| When you try to fix what’s right
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| Yeah you dig yourself deeper, deeper
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| And it breaks you inside
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| She gets mad at you
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| You know she had to
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| What you need is a window of hope
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| You can see through
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| You can figure out
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| Why it’s taking this long
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| Let it go, cause it’s making you doubt
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| And nobody knows it
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| You dig yourself deeper, deeper
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| When you try to fix what’s right
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| Yeah, you dig yourself deeper, deeper
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| And it breaks you inside
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| Yeah, you dig yourself deeper, deeper
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| When you try to fix what’s right
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| Yeah, you dig yourself deeper, deeper
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| And it breaks you inside
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| Deeper, deeper, deeper
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| Ooo
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| Deeper, deeper, deeper
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| Ooo
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| Deeper, deeper, deeper
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| Ooo
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| Deeper, deeper, deeper
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| Ooo
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| Why do you tell me to
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| When I feel nothing
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| If you’re going to walk away
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| Well then, why do you tell me to
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| When I feel nothing
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| If you’re going to walk away
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| Well then, why do you tell me to
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| When I feel nothing
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| If you’re going to walk away
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| Away, away
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| Deeper, deeper
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| When you try to fix what’s right
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| Yeah, you dig yourself deeper, deeper
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| And it breaks you inside
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| Yeah, you dig yourself deeper, deeper
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| When you try to fix what’s right
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| Yeah, you dig yourself deeper, deeper
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| And it breaks you inside |