| I can’t stop, and I’m sorry
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| But I gotta center myself, gotta toughen up
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| Cause I’m slippin' into this coma, yeah
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| I don’t pray cause it’s blasphemy
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| I just really wanna know what’s wrong with me
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| There’s a chalkline on the asphalt, yeah
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| Were we just a little too late
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| It started with a flame but it’s dying away
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| Dyin' away, yay-yeah
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| So close, but a little too cold
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| How you gonna love when you don’t feel a thing?
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| And I feel nothing
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| Tell me, where are you now
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| Tell me, where I belong
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| Are we living as one
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| Are we dying alone
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| Maybe here’s not the place
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| Maybe now’s not the time
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| If I got what it takes, baby
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| Open my eyes
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| Open my eyes, hmm
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| I feel the time running through my hands
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| It gets heavier with each little grain of sand
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| We’re not gettin' any younger, no
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| I don’t listen 'cause I’m too naive
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| I been waiting for a change so impatiently
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| And I’m slowly going under, under
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| Were we just a little too cool
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| How you gonna love when you don’t feel a thing?
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| And I feel nothing
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| Tell me, where are you now
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| Tell me, where I belong
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| Are we living as one
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| Are we dying alone
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| Maybe here’s not the place
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| Maybe now’s not the time
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| If I got what it takes, baby
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| Open my eyes
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| Open my eyes |