| Prop me up and keep just one hand talking
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| While the other slips underneath
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| Steals inches from me
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| All the lights seem to dim on command
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| Lifting oxygen from eyelids
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| Calm yourself
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| Deep breaths quarter rest fill the lungs up in your chest
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| Careful not to strain the sound waves you’ll save
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| Just might be that of your own voice breaking
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| Sounding out the words
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| Slipping over teeth and out through tongue
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| Slip down, white knuckle the chair
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| Bring your eyes back to earth or whichever one comes first
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| Don’t leave yourself hanging back
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| Right now feels as if it never happened
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| Why is my face all red?
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| Why are my clothes all wet?
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| All the attractions all the retraction and I still feel dumb
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| Blink me in or blink me out
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| You got such a great disguise you hide yourself on the inside
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| Clinging to the side of my mind
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| Where they’ll never look to find you
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| Never look to see just what’s inside of me
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| Slip down white knuckle the chair
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| Bring your eyes back to earth or whichever one comes first
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| Don’t leave yourself hanging back
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| Right now feels as if it never happened
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| Why is my face all red?
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| Why are my clothes all wet?
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| All the attractions all the retraction and I still feel dumb
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| Running out east of here
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| Quoting none but fools blowing out all my breath seeping in from somewhere
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| East of here
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| East of everywhere
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| The silence is unbearable
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| We hold our breath and sink our ships |