| You see the. |
| that we go to, for love
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| And how they never seem to be enough
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| I can never seem to break the surface
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| And how they never seem to be enough
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| I can’t seem to break the surface, yeah
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| Being around you always seems to make me nervous
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| My heart …
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| While I’m praying for forgiveness, praying that you never heard this
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| My love’s so particular, …, I’m climbing it’s ridicious
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| Ay, what i’m pushing is like a. |
| , self medicating …
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| … if the rain drops, waiting for the rarest split second when the pain stops
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| My life’s a heavy anchor, don’t remember when the chain drop
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| I swear … but my aims are, but my aims are
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| While I flip another.
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| When you livin at the bottom, it’s the same top
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| Waiting for the rarest split second when the pain stops
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| You see the. |
| that we go to, for love
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| And how they never seem to be enough
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| I can never seem to break the surface
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| And how they never seem to be enough
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| You see the. |
| that we go to, for love
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| And how they never seem to be enough
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| I can never seem to break the surface
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| And how they never seem to be enough |