| Hey I’m suffocating
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| No need for anticipating
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| My deepest sight is turned off
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| Without a light
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| Depression gives me
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| The permission to live my life
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| Without a fight
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| Alienating from you, my friend
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| We’ll be separated 'til the end
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| Until the end
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| Attain new things and seek new trend
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| My heart inside, I’m trying to mend
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| A hollowgram in fashion
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| With deceiving quicksand
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| Tearing it all down
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| Forty-five degrees will ease the pain
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| Smoke the asylum haze and abide forevermore
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| Set the pyre of a broken core
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| Hate breeds new life
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| With pain and breathtaking strife
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| Trying to live my life without the blame
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| To refuel my flame, because I’m not the same
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| Your rules are made to keep me down
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| That’s why I’m wearing this frown
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| Forty-five degrees is all I got left
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| Anger is a policy, not a theft
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| Trying to make things as simple as I can
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| In the end, I don’t think you even give a damn
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| Won’t give a damn
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| Past moments are stealing the sense
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| Giving all a new presence
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| Tripping to seek the cache of ease
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| I never heard you say «please»
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| Quicksand draining through my fingers
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| Wandering on, but doesn’t stay
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| I know you have to fade away
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| Feelings are hiding from me, I say
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| The pain is binding my way
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| Sugar-coated sky is turning black
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| There’s no coming back |