| I think I’ve seen this place before
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| I think I’ve walked this path in old days
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| Can’t shake this feeling what is it for
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| It seems I end up here always
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| Just to break the highlife, the highlife
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| From the window of a plane
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| In the winter, soft and ivory white
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| You’d see my footsteps all in vain
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| No start or stop just circles, no stop, just circles
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| I think I’ve seen this place before
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| I think I’ve walked this path in old days
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| Can’t shake this feeling what is it for
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| It seems I end up here always
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| Just to break the highlife, the highlife
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| So sick of feeling dead
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| Laughing in my head
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| Need snowy silence just to com around
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| Remember what I said
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| Accountability
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| Living frozn, I can’t trust myself
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| And when I see my breath
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| It hurts, it burns my chest
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| The air is poison ice, I’m not allowed
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| Frost is in my hair, my skin is turning red
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| Been on a couch since the beginning
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| I hunger for what I’ve been missing
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| Just to break the highlife, the highlife
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| I don’t know if I
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| Can make it through the night
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| I’m loosing myself to this endless lie
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| I’m searching for the end
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| I’m going round and round
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| Need something to get me off the ground
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| It’s caught me in its claws
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| I’m begging for release
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| Tryng to escape but there’s no way out
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| I know this can’t go on
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| Been here way too long
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| Wasting time for what I don’t know why |