| I can feel the warmth of my hands
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| Upon my face, and it stops me
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| From looking out
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| Here’s to hoping that maybe one day
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| I might see past myself
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| Today, I don’t have it in me to wait
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| So I’ll dig up my plan to escape
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| We are breaking in half
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| The wait pulls us apart
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| Now we know why the clock has just stopped
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| Time isn’t moving 'cause the battery is fucked
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| Just think of all we could have done in the hours that were lost
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| Just think of all we could have done in the hours that were lost
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| We’d overran by months when we crawled off the stage
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| And those four empty handshakes from the last of my friends
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| Said we’ve already lost the plot
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| Now we’re losing our way
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| We are home made
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| We are helpless
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| We are dead-weights
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| We’re not sinking
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| Just going nowhere
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| Yeah, I’m feeling pretty fucking downbeat
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| Today, I don’t have it in me to wait
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| So I will dig up my plan to escape
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| We are breaking in half
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| The wait pulls us apart
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| Now we know why the clock has just stopped
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| Time isn’t moving 'cause the battery is fucked
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| Just think of all we could have done in the hours that were lost
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| Just think of all we could have done in the hours that were lost
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| We’d overran by months when we crawled off the stage
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| And those four empty handshakes from the last of my friends
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| Said we’ve already lost the plot
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| Now we’re losing our way
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| This unhealthy obsession is a means to our end
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| All that I have broken I am desperate to mend
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| I’ve lost sight of everyone and everything other than this
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| We’ve already lost the plot
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| Now we’re losing our way
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| Said we’ve already lost the plot
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| Now we’re losing our way |