| It’s pressure the pleasures measure
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| The pressure is overbearing
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| Is it me myself that’s caring
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| For every double-minded joy
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| And I admit that when I submit to you
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| I feel so unreal when I’m still
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| When I’m waiting for you to reveal
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| And from myself I seem so far away
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| And I admit that when I submit to you
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| I can see all of the selfish things I do
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| I’m further, further from myself
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| When I’m next to you
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| When I run to you
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| I was wasted embraced it but faced it
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| With you inside my heart you replaced it
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| Can’t believe you have erased it
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| Selfishness and foolish pride
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| And I admit that when I submit to you
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| I can see all of the selfish things I do
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| I’m further, further from myself
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| When I’m next to you
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| When I run to you
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| Further from my future
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| Further from the past
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| Further from the starting line
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| Further from the last
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| Further from my doubts
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| Further from my fears
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| Further from temptation that I faced throughout my years
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| Further from agitation
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| Further from distraction
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| The reaction of the dissatisfaction of others actions
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| Further from myself
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| Further from my flesh
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| Further from my birth and I’m
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| Further from my death
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| I’m further, further from myself
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| When I’m next to you
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| When I run to you |