| This noose around my neck
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| Gets tighter each time, I think of you
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| ('Round my neck, I see her face)
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| But how can I fight the urge?
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| When these demons are telling me to lose
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| Control
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| Spring has disappeared; |
| when did winter arrive?
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| I feel as though my body is slowing down
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| As the people I love are passing me by
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| ('Round my neck, I see her face)
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| This noose around my neck
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| Gets tighter each time, I think of you
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| ('Round my neck, I see her face)
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| But how can I fight the urge?
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| When these demons are telling me to lose
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| Control
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| When these demons are telling me to lose control
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| You don’t have to do this
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| There are other paths than this
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| Pick another route
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| There’s so many to choose from
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| ('Round my neck, I see her face)
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| This noose around my neck
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| Gets tighter each time, I think of you
|
| ('Round my neck, I see her face)
|
| But how can I fight the urge?
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| When these demons are telling me to lose
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| Control
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| I can’t find my way, so take me back home
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| Take me back home
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| I can’t find my way, so take me back home
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| The one that I know
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| (Pick another route, there’s so many to choose from) |