| Could’ve sworn I wasn’t always having these nightmares before
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| Could’ve sworn I used to have to hide from all of this junk before
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| Didn’t I, didn’t I have fewer different problems with my breathing before?
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| Wasn’t I, wasn’t I trying to say every other word before?
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| The things I see, I saw before
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| Edged with scum, your recoiled
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| Cannot see anymore
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| Destruction from inside a boil
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| Don’t swim, don’t wait, don’t touch, don’t stay
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| All of this scum will take you alive
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| Breaking my back just to make it all mine
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| Don’t watch, don’t wait, so much is trapped under
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| All of this scum won’t keep you alive
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| Breaking my back just to stay on the right side
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| It’s on fire in some town
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| Could’ve sworn that maybe I was dreaming before
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| Could’ve thought I saw the sun break through
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| This wall of clouds before
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| The wall that keeps us toward the floor
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| And separate from the skies and wars
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| In different pasts, in future
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| They buy the hunger of a couple storms
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| Don’t swim, don’t wait, don’t touch, don’t stay
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| All of this scum will take you alive |
| Breaking my back just to make it all mine
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| Don’t watch, don’t wait, so much is trapped under
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| All of this scum won’t keep you alive
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| Breaking my back just to stay on the right side
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| It’s on fire in some town
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| We’re underwater but we can’t put it out
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| The skies are turning but I can’t turn myself away now
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| Has it always been this way?
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| I’m listening
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| Infinite backslide, floating away
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| I’m listening
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| Staring blankly forward into the wall
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| I’m listening
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| Pitching my shoulders forward
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| I’m listening |