| Maybe this is your fate
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| When you’re all outta grace
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| Ain’t no good to no-one, now
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| Floatin' away, away, away
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| You tried to save face
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| I just wanted a taste
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| And we’ve always been dreamers, babe
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| Half on the earth, and half in space
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| Now I’m thin as the walls in the old hotel
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| I’ve rang the bells in the poisoned well
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| And I thought it would help
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| To save me from myself
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| I tried my best to shoulder it
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| On my traveler’s back
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| But I broke under the strain
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| And I fell into the cracks
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| And how I cracked
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| But it was too late
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| To dance in the grey
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| Or go through this night and back again
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| Feeding into flames
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| Now all of those songs we made
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| Are gonna be so hard to play
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| As my body stars to eat itself
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| I wish upon all the stars that fell
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| And you know this is fucking hell
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| Please, let me get well
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| No good to no-one, now
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| The dead, or the living
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| Hey, I try a little Tylenol
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| Still, this thing haunts me
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| Oh, how it haunts me |