| Everything I do, I do in slow motion
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| I don’t know what to say
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| Everywhere I fall, don’t know name or location
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| Baby, I’ll just find my way
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| I’ll find it
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| Years ago now, couldn’t hold my eyes to the stars
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| Burdened by how they slept so far away
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| I see now this is better in so many ways
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| All the glitter is fire, burns the skin and leaves you with haste
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| Everything I do, I do in slow motion
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| I don’t know what to say
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| Everywhere I fall, don’t know name or location
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| Baby, I’ll just find my way, I’ll find it
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| Heavy is my sleeping, terror is my dreaming
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| While you are pretty through the night
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| You may taste the salt that rolls off my cheekbone
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| But you don’t know why I cry
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| Over mulled wine, all the tact fell through the floor
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| Tripping over fine lines and you
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| If I stay here, I’ll have some explaining for you
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| Sins are in mind where there’s things that I ought to do
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| Everything I do, I do in slow motion
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| I don’t know what to say
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| Everywhere I fall, don’t know name or location
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| Baby, I’ll just find my way
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| I’ll find it
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| Heavy is my sleeping, terror is my dreaming
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| While you are pretty through the night
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| You may taste the salt that rolls off my cheekbone
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| But you don’t know why I cry |