| You jump out a moving car and call it a good thing.
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| «If you can’t feel your beating heart, then you are not living.»
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| You are the shallow end of smoke.
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| You think that normal life is just some joke
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| That’s played on those who don’t know.
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| Adrenaline is not my blood.
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| Amphetamines are not my love.
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| You say it’s tired. |
| You say I’m stuck.
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| Say what I got is not enough.
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| I taught myself not to feel my body in motion.
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| A daydream that got too real, like the salt in the ocean.
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| «If nobody sees you then you’re not there.»
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| If nobody’s listening, then why should I care?
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| Why waste the air?
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| Adrenaline is not my blood.
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| Amphetamines are not my love.
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| You say it’s tired. |
| You say I’m stuck.
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| Say what I got is not enough.
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| No, what I have will never be enough.
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| I could go out every night,
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| Or I could work that nine to five.
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| Neither makes me more or less alive.
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| I am more or less alive.
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| Adrenaline is not my blood.
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| Amphetamines are not my love.
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| You say it’s tired. |
| You say I’m stuck.
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| Say what I got is not enough.
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| No, what I have will never be,
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| Who I am will never be enough. |