| There’s plenty of fish in the graveyard
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| There’s plenty of ghosts in the sea
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| I’m sinking quickly with this concrete heart
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| I’m yelling
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| «You can’t catch me. |
| You can’t catch me.»
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| «Nah, you can’t catch me. |
| You can’t catch me.»
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| And I said
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| These are the thoughts I got swimming in my head
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| And I said
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| These are the ones that take control and make me wish I was dead
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| And I said
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| Maybe this is what it’s all about
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| The world hands you your life
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| You spend the whole time trying to figure it out
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| There’s too many friends in this graveyard
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| Swimming with the fishes six feet deep (buried at sea!)
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| They say it’s a game you gotta play before you fall apart
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| They’re yelling
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| «You can’t catch me. |
| You can’t catch me.»
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| «Nah, you can’t catch me. |
| You can’t catch me.»
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| And I said
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| These are the thoughts I got swimming in my head
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| And I said
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| These are the ones that take control and make me wish I was dead
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| And I said
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| Maybe this is what it’s all about
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| The world hands you your life
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| You spend the whole time trying to figure it out
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| And we keep running
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| «Nah, you can’t catch me. |
| You can’t catch me.»
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| And we keep yelling
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| «Nah, you can’t catch me. |
| You can’t catch me.»
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| And we keep running
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| «Nah, you can’t catch me. |
| You can’t catch me.»
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| And we keep on yelling
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| «Nah, you can’t catch me. |
| You can’t catch me.»
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| «Nah, you can’t catch me. |
| You can’t catch me-e-e-.» |