| I wanna hold you up,
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| To let you see yourself.
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| I’m sick of watching
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| You fall on your face again.
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| I want to help you,
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| You have to help yourself.
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| I know you wont
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| Communicate to me.
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| (I fucking hate this!)
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| Suffering long enough.
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| I take my hands around you,
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| You’ll never breathe again.
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| Your wish has come,
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| No telling what you’ll see.
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| Or will it be the end?
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| The temptation fills you up,
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| No sign of slowing down.
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| You have to stop before your soul
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| To turn around.
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| You never listen
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| To understand what I say.
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| You keep on pushing
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| The same ol’fucking line to me.
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| (Watching you fumble!)
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| Suffering all your life.
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| I take my hands around you,
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| You’ll never breathe again.
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| Your wish has come,
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| No telling what you’ll see.
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| Will it be the end?
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| Constrict my hands around you,
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| You’ll never breathe again.
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| Your wish has come,
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| No telling what you’ll see.
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| Will it be the end?
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| You never listen
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| To understand what I say.
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| You keep on pushing
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| The same ol’fucking line to me.
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| (Watching you fumble!)
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| Suffering all your life.
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| Constrict my hands around you,
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| You’ll never breathe again.
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| Your wish has come,
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| No telling what you’ll see.
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| Will it be the end?
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| So try and sell the story
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| Of why you think it’s gone away.
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| I wish that I could tell you
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| What will be, if it’s not the end. |