| Drowning in the morning
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| Drowning in the evening
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| Drowning when you’re sleeping
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| Drowning when we’re meeting
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| Kiss the ground beneath my feet
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| Mouth full of concrete
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| Now you sink when you swim
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| The constant defeat
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| Drowning in your feelings
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| Surrounded by my demons
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| Drowning in the secrets
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| Too many I can’t keep in
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| Bleeding out from the hole in your chest
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| Needing rest
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| The outcome was anyone’s guess, what a mess
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| Fill the hole with the same concrete
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| Then the cycle will be nearly complete
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| Your heart will beat again
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| You need an ending to begin
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| Kill me with every could have been
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| By picking the fights that you can’t win
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| Drowning in the daylight
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| Drowning in the hindsight
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| Drowning when you’re breathing
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| Can’t help when you are sinking
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| A clouded perspective removes the alarm
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| I didn’t mean to cause so much harm
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| Your shattered frame will never be the same
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| Love of your life to a beast with no name
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| It’s difficult to say his name even out of context
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| The letters stick together like pain is just a contest
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| Have a good look in the mirror and pull the trigger, it’s self defense
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| In order to fix your heart you have to kill your innocence
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| Or keep filling that hole with more concrete
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| Always sinking means the cycle will repeat
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| Your heart will beat again
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| You need an ending to begin
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| Kill me with every could have been
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| By picking the fights that you can’t win
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| It’s not an if it is a when
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| Your heart needs time to mend
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| Kill me with every could have been
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| By picking the fights that leave you torn open
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| It’s never enough, never enough
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| You were never enough, it’s never enough
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| Always chasing enough, wanting enough
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| But it’s never enough, never in love
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| Your heart will beat again
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| You need an ending to begin
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| Kill me with every could have been
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| By picking the fights that leave you torn open
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| Your heart will beat again
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| You need an ending to begin
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| Kill me with every could have been
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| By picking the fights that you can’t win
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| It’s not an if it is a when
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| Your heart needs time to mend
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| Kill me with every could have been
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| By picking the fights that leave you torn open |