| Welcome to the boiling point
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| You’ve got a lot to fucking learn
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| Experience by dysfunctional hours
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| I’ve seized my apparent
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| In progress of getting nowhere
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| I catch a glimpse of prosperity
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| And I’ve got this feeling that eats me up inside
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| I was told to believe in but all I do is hide
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| So I lose the fight like so many times before
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| This feeling, eats me up inside
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| In the valley of the compressed
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| There’s no room for errors
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| Fighting me, the negative, the less I see
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| Room for the nothingness
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| Need, something to, build on
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| But I find nothing at all
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| And I’ve got this feeling that eats me up inside
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| I was told to believe in but all I do is hide
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| So I lose the fight like so many times before
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| This feeling, eats me up inside
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| Whatever is hiding in the dark
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| Come forward, show yourself
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| I need, to make up the consequence
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| You’ve got, what I need
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| And I’ve got this feeling that eats me up inside
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| I was told to believe in but all I do is hide
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| So I lose the fight like so many times before
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| This feeling, eats me up inside |