| Deeper down
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| It’s everywhere I look
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| From Las Vegas to right here
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| Under your dresser
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| Right by your ear
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| It’s creeping in sweetly
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| It’s definitely here
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| There’s nothing more deadly
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| Than slow growing fear
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| Life was full and fruitful
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| And you could take a real bite
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| The juice poring well over
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| Your skins delight
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| But the shadow it grows
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| And takes the depth away
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| Leaving broken down pieces
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| To this priceless ballet
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| The shallower it grows
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| The shallower it grows
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| The fainter we go
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| Into the fade out line
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| The shallower it grows
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| The shallower it grows
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| The fainter we go
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| Into the fade out line
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| Did we build all those bridges
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| To watch them thin down to dust
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| Or blow them voluntarily
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| Out of constant trust
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| The clock is ticking its last couple of tocks
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| And there won’t be a party with weathering frocks
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| The shallower it grows
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| The shallower it grows
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| The fainter we go
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| Into the fade out line
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| The shallower it grows
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| The shallower it grows
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| The fainter we go
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| Into the fade out line
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| Heading deeper down
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| We’re sliding without noticing
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| Our own decline
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| Heading deeper down
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| We’re hanging onto
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| Sweet nothings left behind
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| Deeper down
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| Deeper down
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| Deeper down
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| Deeper down
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| Down deeper down yeah
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| Did we build all those bridges
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| To watch them thin down to dust
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| Or blow them voluntarily
|
| Out of constant trust
|
| The clock is ticking its last couple of tocks
|
| And there won’t be a party with weathering frocks
|
| Did we build all those bridges
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| To watch them thin down to dust
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| Or blow them voluntarily
|
| Out of constant trust
|
| The clock is ticking its last couple of tocks
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| And there won’t be a party with weathering frocks
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| The shallower it grows
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| The shallower it grows
|
| The fainter we go
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| Into the fade out line
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| The shallower it grows
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| The shallower it grows
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| The fainter we go
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| Into the fade out line
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| We are all plunging straight towards our own decline
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| Without noticing
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| We slide down, deeper down
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| The shadow grows without ever slowing down
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| We are heading straight into the fade out line
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| Deeper down |