| In a fog of unbearable whiteness
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| I met my reckoning
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| In the pit of my chest was a tightness
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| I swore would do me in
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| Squaring up to the dream, I would scream and shout, it
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| Really freaked me out, it
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| Was the strangest thing
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| And I don’t really know why I’d even doubt it
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| I was sure about it
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| But now I’m swithering
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| And I can feel it all
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| Sliding
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| Away
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| From me
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| And I can feel it all
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| Sliding
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| It’s getting hard to breathe
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| With our heads below the sea
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| In the cut and the thrust of a nightmare
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| My soul was trembling
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| When I woke with a choke, you were right there
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| Like pure adrenaline
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| Squaring up to the dream, I would scream and shout, it
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| Really freaked me out, it
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| Was the strangest thing
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| And I don’t really know why I’d even doubt it
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| I was sure about it
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| But now I’m swithering
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| And I can feel it all
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| Sliding
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| Away
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| From me
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| And I can feel it all
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| Sliding
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| It’s getting hard to breathe
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| With our heads below the sea
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| With our heads below the sea
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| You wanna crucify me
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| Well, go ahead and try
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| You wanna crucify me
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| Well, go ahead and try
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| I’m doing well
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| Can’t you tell that I’m
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| Over the worst of it
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| Over the worst of it
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| I’m doing well
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| Can’t you tell that I’m
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| Over the worst of it
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| Over the worst of it
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| (and I can feel it all) I’m doing well
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| (sliding) can’t you tell that I’m
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| (away) over the worst of it
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| (from me) over the worst of it
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| (and I can feel it all) I’m doing well
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| (sliding) can’t you tell that I’m
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| (it's getting hard) over the worst of it
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| (to breathe) over the worst of it |