| It’s all on the line
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| Been asking when for oh so far too long
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| Preoccupied
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| Right on the heels of what is yet to come
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| Is it you I fell into?
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| Is it you I fell into?
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| Tell me were you nervous
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| Cause to me this all seems less than fair
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| To live without a purpose
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| Left to bleed without the will to dare
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| I find you lying on the floor
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| A sight I can’t take anymore
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| And last I checked you weren’t so far gone
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| To lay your head where troubles met
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| Can’t surely be a consequence
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| For anything you could’ve ever done
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| Tell me were you nervous
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| Cause to me this all seems less than fair
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| To live without a purpose
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| Left to bleed without the will to dare
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| Is it you, I fell into?
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| Once upon a time I thought I knew what you would say
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| But lately everything I thought’s been proven wrong
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| Well, don’t we all just take the fall to find our backs against the wall?
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| For it to break and swallow you, it’s not fair
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| It’s all on the line
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| Been asking when for oh so far too long
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| Preoccupied
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| Right on the heels of what is yet to come
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| Tell me were you nervous
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| Cause to me this all seems less than fair
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| So live without a purpose
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| Left to bleed without the will to dare |