| Lying here
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| In my head, in my head, in my head
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| Done with the hiding, sick of the fighting
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| Dying here
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| There’s nothing left, nothing left, nothing left
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| Stuck in the moment, where are we goin'?
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| It’s been keeping me up all night
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| 'Cause I know what it feels like
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| To be staring into headlights
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| Pretendin' that it’s alright
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| I wanna know what’s next
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| I’m gonna see what’s left
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| I’m gonna see what’s left after the landslide
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| We’re in up to our necks
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| Don’t care how hard it gets
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| I wanna know what’s next after the landslide
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| After the landslide
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| All I know
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| When it’s gone, when it’s gone, when it’s gone
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| We can erase it, but we can’t escape it
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| 'Cause we been driving through the dead of night
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| Hitting every red light
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| Now we’re fighting just to stay alive
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| Finally, I realize
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| I wanna know what’s next
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| I’m gonna see what’s left
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| I’m gonna see what’s left after the landslide
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| We’re in up to our necks
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| Don’t care how hard it gets
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| I wanna know what’s next after the landslide
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| I wanna know what’s next
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| I’m gonna see what’s left
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| I’m gonna see what’s left after the landslide
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| We’re in up to our necks
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| Don’t care how hard it gets
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| I wanna know what’s next after the landslide |