| Second chances are so divine
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| I can’t reveal what’s on my mind
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| But I am drowning in the quicksand
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| The deprivation of my mind
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| This education intertwined
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| With all these musings of a sick man
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| Float down that river of blood you made when you stabbed my back
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| But I am drowning in the quicksand
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| Well I don’t feel like getting older
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| I just feel like getting numb
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| And I don’t see why I should bother
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| I just don’t think I can let it go
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| When you turn sour grapes to wine
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| The fermentation takes some time
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| But I am following the short hand
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| When desperation is unkind
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| Exacerbation walks the line
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| And I am following a blind man
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| Float down that river of blood you made when you stabbed my back
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| But I am drowning in the quicksand
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| Well I don’t feel like getting older
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| I just feel like getting numb
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| And I don’t see why I should bother
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| I just don’t think I can let it go
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| Oooh
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| Oooh
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| Oooh
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| Oooh
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| Well I don’t feel like getting older
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| I just feel like getting numb
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| And I don’t see why I should bother
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| I just don’t think I can let it go |