| So this is what it’s like to be forgotten
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| It’s been days since I’ve seen anybody
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| My escape is nothing more than a cage
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| Just push a little further
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| So I can taste your tears
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| What does it matter at all
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| You’re just another statistic
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| When things get slow
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| (Hold it in just for a moment)
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| Then some of us see what nobody wanted
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| The frailty that slipped out of frame
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| The things that were safe are somehow forgotten
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| Some things will always be waiting
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| We are an inhumane and decrepit flaw that forces love to crawl on all fours
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| It flows above our common body and stays from the line of general sight
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| What does it matter at all
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| You’re just another statistic
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| When things get slow
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| (Hold it in just for a moment)
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| Then some of us see what nobody wanted
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| The frailty that slipped out of frame
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| The things that were safe are somehow forgotten
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| Some things will always be waiting
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| Am I to assume that all this worthless obsession can’t dissolve in clear waters
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| I watched it fall apart from the inside
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| I’ll never find a way out
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| I couldn’t let it go
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| It’s something I can’t hold
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| You’re my weakness
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| You’re my frailty |