| It’s not for lack of percipience that I turned my back
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| It’s just that I’ve become so absent from my own train of thought
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| I’m only just treading water
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| I’m only just treading water
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| It’s not for lack of faith in what was shared that I had to leave
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| It’s just that I’ve lost track of all the things you said
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| And I’m only just treading water
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| Just holding my head above the surface
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| I’m only just treading water
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| But it’s starting to seep in
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| A breath to wake me
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| Like the shock of falling as you drift away
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| I’m just not able to take it all in
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| I’m only just treading water
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| But it’s starting to seep in
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| I’m not saying there’s any one, any one thing
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| That’s left me floating in the breeze
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| Or that the Earth has pulled me in
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| I’m just not where I should be
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| I’ve lost track of my own train of thought
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| And if the venom spills like turgid wine
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| From the mouth to which I belong, forgive me
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| I’m only just treading water
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| I’m only just above the surface of what I’ve become
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| With sleep confined to rotten dreams
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| I’m only just treading water
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| But it’s starting to seep in
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| A breath to wake me
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| Like the shock of falling as you drift away
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| It’s all that keeps me here
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| I’m only just treading water
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| But it’s starting to seep in |