| I never seem to catch me right before I hit the floor
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| I never seem to get me, and I’m coming back for more
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| I can’t get it right, self medicated
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| Dive down the bottle of the substance I’ve created
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| Bag of excuses, and I feel useless
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| Do you know how it feels to be hollowed out?
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| Cause I’m drowning, just to catch my breath
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| I’m drowning till there’s nothing left,
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| There’s nothing left, and I’m about to drown here
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| Do you hear me yet?
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| Drowning, just to catch my breath
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| I’m at the starting line when I’ve been left behind,
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| You all keep going and going until I’m out of time
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| Is this Medicine enough to cure?
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| Bring me to be your disease
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| and I won’t be cured
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| Bring me to be your disease
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| I never seem to catch me right before I hit the floor
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| I never seem to get me, and I’m coming back for more
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| Drowning just to catch my breath
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| I’m drowning till there’s nothing left, there’s nothing left
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| Get up, get up, get up
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| When you’re down to nothing you always look for something
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| Even if it means you become your own disease
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| So hold me closer, I need something to make me feel, to make me feel again |