| This part never ends well
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| Postpone every step taking you away
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| Now I’ve become reckless
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| My thoughts are haunting me keeping me awake
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| So I’ll dig my way out
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| Just to lose what I found
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| Cut me the way you used to
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| Open the wound and see this through
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| Am I terminal?
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| Show me the way to make due
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| I’ll find my way without you
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| Is this terminal?
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| You don’t know the half of it
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| Deny every symptom that gives strength to my disease
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| To end the best of me
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| All your good intentions lately don’t mean what they used to mean
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| How you’re not who you used to be
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| So I’ll dig my way out
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| Just to lose what I found
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| Cut me the way you used to
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| Open the wound and see this through
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| Am I terminal?
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| Show me the way to make due
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| I’ll find my way without you
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| Is this terminal?
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| Or am I just a threat?
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| Cut me the way you used to
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| Open the wound and see this through
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| Cut me the way you used to
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| Find my way without you
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| Godspeed
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| Cut me the way you used to
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| Open the wound and see this through
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| Am I terminal?
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| Show me the way to make due
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| I’ll find my way without you
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| Is this terminal?
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| Godspeed
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| Godspeed
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| Godspeed
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| Godspeed (or am I just a threat)
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| You don’t know the half of me yet
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| You won’t see the best of me yet |