| Telling lies, it’s no surprise
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| I’ve made it this far with no help
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| I can’t believe, believe my eyes
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| I’m looking at a blank stare, it’s cold hell
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| You collapse in the comfort of minor discomfort
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| Filling with fear, your cold bones shake
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| I don’t want to disappear
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| That’s not what got me here
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| Nowhere to go (Nowhere to go)
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| I can’t stay another day
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| Don’t have the words to say
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| I’m feeling low
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| I can’t believe this conspiracy
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| (I can’t feel you walk with me, I can’t feel you walk with me)
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| On the line that I’m treading, can’t stop the sweating
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| Filling with fear, a violent ache
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| You collapse in the comfort of minor discomfort
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| Filling with fear, your cold bones shake
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| I don’t want to disappear
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| That’s not what got me here
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| Nowhere to go
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| And I can’t stay another day
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| Don’t have the words to say
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| I’m feeling low
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| I can’t believe this conspiracy
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| It’s slowly killing me
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| A life in line with apathy
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| And nothing to show
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| It’s hard to see that my everything (My everything)
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| Is nothing
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| Can’t believe this conspiracy
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| (It's slowly killing me, it’s slowly killing me)
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| (A life in line with apathy, a life in line with apathy)
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| A life in line with apathy
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| (And nothing to, nothing to, nothing to, nothing to)
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| And nothing to show, and nothing to show
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| And nothing to show, and nothing to show
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| I don’t want to disappear
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| I don’t want to disappear
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| That’s not what got me here
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| Nowhere to go (Nowhere to go)
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| I can’t stay another day
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| Don’t have the words to say
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| I’m feeling low (I'm feeling low)
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| Can’t believe this conspiracy
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| It’s slowly killing me
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| A life in line with apathy
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| And nothing to show
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| It’s hard to see that my everything
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| My everything is nothing |