| I'm tired of feeling comatose
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| I've lost the me that I loved most
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| I'm barely holding on to smoke
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| I'm barely holding on to smoke
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| I'm not addicted but I'm not clean
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| Why do I do this to myself on repeat?
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| So disconnected from my own reality
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| Am I man or machine?
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| If I give, will you take?
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| As I lie for the taste
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| I just fuck it up
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| As you lap it up
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| (Go)
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| Through flesh and bone
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| I walk alone
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| (Go)
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| If I run, will I fade away?
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| 'Cause I don't wanna leave it behind
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| In all my pride, all my shame
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| I find strength enough to show you
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| I may bend but I won't break
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| Because I define who I
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| Define who I become
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| I'm miss the me that I have not met
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| Choking in silence on the words left unsaid
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| I feel a sickness for a home I've never been
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| And I exist in black and white but now I'm seeing red
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| I built a shelter in complacency
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| Locked myself in and set fire and threw away the key
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| Too scared to live but I'm afraid to die
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| So am I living or am I just alive?
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| All my pride, all my shame
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| I find strength enough to show you
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| I may bend but I won't break
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| I define who I become
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| 'Cause I'm tired of feeling comatose
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| I've lost the me that I loved most
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| I'm barely holding on to smoke
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| But I'm holding on, I'm holding on
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| Broken, I'm holding on
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| Driven to right the wrong
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| Silent, connected yet I feel so separated
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| Fallen through flesh and bone
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| Frozen, I stand alone
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| Deafened in silence, the voice remains
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| Behind my eyes, beneath my rage
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| I was struggling to get through
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| Out of time and out of faith
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| I define who I become
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| In all my pride, all my shame
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| I find strength enough to show you
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| I may bend but I won't break
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| 'Cause I define who I
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| Define who I become
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| I'm tired of feeling comatose
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| I lost the me that I loved most
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| I'm barely holding on to smoke
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| But I'm holding on, I'm holding on
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| I'm tired of being human, tired of being numb
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| Waiting for the holy ghost to come
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| So save me from the webs that I have spun
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| I'm holding on, holding on
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| I'm holding on, holding on to smoke |