| I’m stuck here in the shadow at the end of the wheel
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| Waiting for the battle break to stand and reveal
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| A twist, a turn, a dance of fate, we stand on our toes
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| Hoping for the chance to be as perfect as a rose
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| My mind is racing, but my body’s moving slow
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| Sinking to the bottom like some Titanic ghost
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| Why do they call it quicksand when there’s time enough to know
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| That you were just an extra in a cancelled episode
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| Ah — what can you do
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| Ah — when dreams come to
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| The coffee pot in the kitchen is so telling
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| The caffeine and catharsis, it is so swelling
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| The body and the spirit, they are no longer willing
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| Caught here in this shadow web feeling like a villain
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| And all that I can do is sit and stare at the door
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| And wonder why I’m never satisfied — wanting more
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| I can’t remember when I did not care if you cared
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| Only when I would pretend that you were not there
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| Ah — what can you do
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| Ah — when dreams come to
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| You win some and you lose some, that’s just the way it goes
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| The caffeine and catharsis, yeah, it is so…
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| Remember when you thought that I was perfect
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| Remember when you thought that I was perfect
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| As a rose
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| As a rose
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| As a rose
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| I remember when I felt as perfect |