| Death
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| Let me catch my breath
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| Let me see what's left
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| Let me see what's true
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| Do I really want to
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| Run from my depths?
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| Will I have regrets?
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| Will I ever find you?
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| Will I ever find the words
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| That give me motive to express?
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| Bread
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| Will I go unfed?
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| Will I be that fool who rushes on in
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| To where angels fear to tread?
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| Was it me who bled
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| On the new death bed
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| And there is no fear
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| When you're leaning on love
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| Those grateful dead
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| Someone like you
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| To research the meaning of love
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| Someone, I do
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| To be there when push comes to shove
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| I know that you know
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| The ending numbers
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| Chess
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| Let me play my best
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| When I do regress
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| Let it all unwind
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| 'Cause we're never confined
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| To the board unless
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| There's a second guess
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| Look into the sky
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| Where we all comply
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| With something higher than the
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| Rest my love, sail through
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| Someone like you
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| To research the meaning of love
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| Someone, I do
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| To be there when push comes to shove
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| I know that you know
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| The ending, the must
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| Someone like you
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| Sky all around
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| Fell to the ground
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| Now I'm a child
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| Stayed for a while
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| Flesh
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| Is it meaningless?
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| But we all protest
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| To the last request
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| Is there anything you
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| Could now suggest?
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| Did I do my best?
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| Did I leave it better?
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| Even though we look to be
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| Just mildly obsessed with you
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| Sail through
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| Someone like you
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| To research the meaning of love
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| Someone, I do
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| To be there when push comes to shove
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| I know that you know
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| The ending, the must
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| Someone like you
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| To be there |