| I feel the burning closing in around me
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| In the middle of a world falling to my feet
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| Just when i thought things were falling in place
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| The ground beneath me
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| Has begun to start to fade away
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| I never know so say it slow
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| Tell me why do we always end up here
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| Alone is when we let fear
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| Control the things that aren’t clear
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| We fall down
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| There’s no escape in hiding
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| What’s left seems to be dying
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| Cause im so bored of trying
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| It’s bad timing
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| Now what do i do, I don’t do anything
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| I sit around and let it all sink in
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| Its not so bad when i dont interact
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| (and we never come in contact)
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| Vultures around me they are circling
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| They’ve found my tracks
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| I never know so say it slow
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| Tell my why do we always end up here
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| Alone is when we let fear
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| Control the things that aren’t clear
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| We fall down
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| There’s no escape in hiding
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| What’s left seems to be dying
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| Cause im so bored of trying
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| The timing is so bad
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| I can’t keep track, I won’t turn back
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| Can’t face the facts, I fade to black
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| Walls are so thin, still boxed in
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| Doors are closing, I can’t breathe
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| No windows no light
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| The flames start to bite
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| Burning feels right
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| This is my fight |