| Live from day to the next day
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| Try to satisfy the cravings before they
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| Consume you
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| Colours are brighter
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| The world can excite you
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| When you’re under its spell
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| You can tell
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| All too well
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| That without it life would be hell
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| And time is passing you by
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| It marks no moment of your life
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| When you submit yourself to be numb
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| The fear disappears
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| And everything seems clear
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| When the emptiness is upon you
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| It fills you up like a balloon
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| And you float
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| High up over the real world
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| And think of when
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| You were a little girl again
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| Where would you go, baby?
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| What could you do?
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| Didn’t you hear, baby?
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| Nothing is sure but uncertainty
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| You can feel the hunger inside you
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| But the longing will no longer guide you onwards
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| Sinking into the floorboards
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| Where the rats eat at your will
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| And do it until
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| Your belly aches
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| And your soul will not be still
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| Wrench yourself from your demons
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| For far too long you’ve believed them
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| When they told you you were weak
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| Take a step in the tunnel
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| With the light 'round the bend
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| In the end
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| You can start to make amends
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| Who knows where you’ll go, baby
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| So much you could do!
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| Haven’t you heard, baby?
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| All will be well
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| If you want it to |