| Lost my grip and my vision gone dull
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| I swing my hip like a dancer gone numb
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| I saw your shadow, saw the skeleton run
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| Now something’s missing from my memory of … you
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| You shake my world from my ground to my head
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| Distant noise that wake me out of bed
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| I listen as the walls cave in
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| I’m hanging on 'cause your memories spin on
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| I lost my grip, I balanced it on a piece of paper
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| True in one trip, it’s weaving in
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| And I wait for later
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| Who is leaning in on my yes to be?
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| Who is sneaking in, is sneaking in on me, on me?
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| I cut a house in half and turn a frown
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| Distant painted walls and letters upside down
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| I try to hold on, I try to hold on but you’re gone
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| Then I try to let go but your memory’s still on
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| I lost my grip, I balanced it on a piece of paper
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| True in one trip, it’s weaving in
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| And I wait for later
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| Who is leaning in on my yes to be?
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| Who is sneaking in, is sneaking in on me, on me?
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| On me, on my |