| I spent my night sweating through my clothes
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| And screaming 'til my throat ached like burning coals
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| Still it’s not right now that everything I know
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| Gets caught between the gnashing teeth of the hype machine
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| End measured mile
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| End measured mile
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| There was a lasting feeling of comfort in screaming
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| Whoa
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| I spent my night driving empty roads
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| And feeling more alive than I’ve ever felt at home
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| And I can’t believe that everything I love
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| Gets lost between the push and pull of the ego game
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| And so it goes
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| And so it goes
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| I’ve never felt more alone
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| End measured mile
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| End measured mile
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| There was a lasting feeling of comfort in screaming
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| Whoa
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| We’re all lost between
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| (We're all lost between)
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| We’re all lost between
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| Another road map, another scheme
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| End measured mile
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| End measured mile
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| End measured mile
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| End measured mile
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| There was a lasting feeling of comfort in screaming (End measured mile)
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| Whoa
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| End measured mile
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| There was a lasting feeling of comfort in screaming (End measured mile)
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| There was a lasting feeling of comfort in screaming (End measured mile) |