| Can’t stop thinking, feeling cold, kicking and bleeding
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| My mind’s racing and it won’t give room for peace
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| I lie dead awake counting cracks on this bedroom ceiling
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| Taunting tick, tick, will these thoughts ever leave it be?
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| I guess I’ve been waiting for some time
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| Oh, for something to separate this body and mind
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| Keep on running without fuel, still it goes for miles
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| Keep on shutting out, but the scream’s too loud
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| Trip the wire just too soon and I’d go for the gold
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| In all time running low
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| Keep on reaching for the dark then they take it away
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| The clock’s ticking on, but time stays the same
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| Raised the bar just too high and now I go for the gold
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| In my all time running low
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| Can’t stop drinking, looking out at the city’s skyline
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| The drugs stopped working ever since you reappeared
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| I stay wide awake, twist and turn from the out to inside
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| It’s 4:49 and the sunrise getting near
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| I guess I’ve been waiting for some time
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| Oh, for something to separate this body and mind
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| Keep on running without fuel, still it goes for miles
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| Keep on shutting out, but the scream’s too loud
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| Trip the wire just too soon and I’d go for the gold
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| In all time running low
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| Keep on reaching for the dark then they take it away
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| The clock’s ticking on, but time stays the same
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| Raised the bar just too high and now I go for the gold
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| My all time running low
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| Keep on running without fuel
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| Keep on shutting out, but the scream’s too loud
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| Trip the wire just too soon and I’d go for the gold
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| In all time running low
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| Keep on reaching for the dark then they take it away
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| The clock’s ticking on, but time stays the same
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| Raised the bar just too high and now I go for the gold
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| In my all time running low
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| Goes for miles
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| Scream’s too loud
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| Go for gold
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| In my all time running low |