| Trim life shadows flicker and fall
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| But you still can’t turn away
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| Get up and run before you stall
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| Before the edges fray
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| You always feel misunderstood
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| But you did the best you could
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| Ah, they’re coming for you
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| They’re coming for you
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| Appropriate sunshine frozen like clay
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| But you still can’t focus clear
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| Elliptical trouble always missing the lines
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| And you don’t want to stand too near
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| You thought it was a joke
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| All that emotional soft smoke
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| They’re coming for you
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| Ah, they’re coming for you
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| They’re coming for you
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| Yeah, they’re coming for you
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| You still feel a total wreck
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| But you figure, hey, what the heck
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| Oh, they’re coming for you
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| Ah, they’re coming for you
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| They’re not done with you
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| Ah, they’re coming for you
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| Here they come
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| They’re coming for you |