| I need more than just blood and air to survive
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| There’s a hole so deep and cold it will never see the light of day
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| Until you feel the skin break!
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| Eyes are always falling on you
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| But that itch, it keeps calling, calling
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| Yeah eyes are always falling on you
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| And that itch, it keeps calling, calling
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| I need more than just blood and air to survive
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| (How can I give you any more when there’s nothing left)
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| There’s a hole so deep and cold it will never see the light
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| (How can I give you any more when there’s nothing) Of day
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| Until you feel the skin break!
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| Eyes are always falling on you
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| But that itch, it keeps calling, calling
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| Yeah eyes are always falling on you
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| And that itch, it keeps calling, calling
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| We’re weaker than we care to admit
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| We scratch and itch
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| We’re graveyard shifting
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| Biting and barking
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| Fueling and sparking
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| That fire, that itch
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| And breaking the skin again!
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| Until you feel the skin break! |
| (those eyes)
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| Eyes are always falling on you (that itch)
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| But that itch, it keeps calling, calling (those eyes)
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| Yeah eyes are always falling on you (that itch)
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| And that itch, it keeps calling, calling |