| There’s a crack in the ice and it’s coming after me
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| It’s coming after me
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| Should I wait and not blink or should I run and get away
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| Run and get away
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| But every will would need a force
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| And once again there will be another way out, just like every time
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| So I go drowning and see what’s coming next
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| See what’s coming next
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| I could go and have a drink with you, but I’m too bored
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| But I’m too bored
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| Oh, it could be nice but that’s not what I’m looking for
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| What you’re looking for
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| So why not leave it all behind?
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| Well, it seems so draining just to think about it anyway
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| So I keep going and leave it all untouched
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| Leave it all untouched
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| I’m under control
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| I am well sedated and permanently sick
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| I’m under control
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| I don’t care too much if I win or if I get tricked
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| I ran out of passion, but carry the weight
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| Til the end when I bury myself
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| Still under control, I’m taking it all from you
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| I go waste your time like any other day
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| Like any other day
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| Seems I look forsaken, and I’ll be either way
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| I’ll be either way
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| And when I’m laughing it’s my fault
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| And when I say
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| That all these pictures on the wall are greyish anyway
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| I didn’t mean it, they’re only black and white
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| Only black and white |