| My thoughts don’t fit inside
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| And my neck’s grown too tired
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| Never knowing what’s wrong
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| Yeah, I have turned too numb
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| And I cry too often
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| Each night that same song
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| Never knowing what’s wrong
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| Yeah, I have turned too numb
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| Cause I have seen the quick, trick, step, fit
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| Draining down to blue chills, white pills
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| And bruises and deep scars
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| Settles in
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| And I kept on giving it one more try
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| (Kept on giving, kept on giving)
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| And I kept on giving it one more lie
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| (Kept on giving, kept on giving)
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| (Nowhere to run)
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| I’ve got nowhere to run
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| (From this)
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| I’ve got nowhere to run from this
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| (Nowhere to run)
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| I’ve got nowhere to run
|
| (From this)
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| I’ve got nowhere to run from this
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| No empathy I am done
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| Feelings left me one by one
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| So, nothing scares me anymore
|
| Yeah, I have turned too numb
|
| Cause I have seen the quick, trick, step, fit
|
| Draining down to blue chills, white pills
|
| And bruises and deep scars
|
| Settles in
|
| And I kept on giving it one more try
|
| (Kept on giving, kept on giving)
|
| And I kept on giving it one more lie
|
| (Kept on giving, kept on giving)
|
| (Nowhere to run)
|
| I’ve got nowhere to run
|
| (From this)
|
| I’ve got nowhere to run from this
|
| (Nowhere to run)
|
| I’ve got nowhere to run
|
| (From This)
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| I’ve got nowhere to run from this
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| You got
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| No
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| Nowhere to run
|
| You got
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| No
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| Nowhere to run |