| Sometimes I feel
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| Like I wanna leave this place for good
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| Under the ground
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| I’ll live down there without a sound
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| And never hear
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| These hissing voices all the same
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| I’ll disappear
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| Cause living makes me feel ashamed
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| I must believe
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| There’s more above us and below
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| I must believe
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| Stranded with this bitch called hope
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| It keeps me here
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| When all I wanna do is go
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| It keeps me here
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| When all I wanna do is disappear
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| If this is it
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| When all we have and ever will
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| If this is it
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| Time is running out and standing still
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| I’ll leave today
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| Cause there’s nothing left to keep me here
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| I’ll fade away
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| I’ll turn my back and disappear
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| The city moves
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| Lunges up right from the ground
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| The seething Earth
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| It opens up and spits us out
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| This vicious child
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| Nature never wanted us
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| This vicious child
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| A cancer burning black into its heart
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| If this is it
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| All we have and ever will
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| If this is it
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| Time is running out and standing still
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| I’ll leave today
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| Cause there’s nothing left to keep me here
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| I’ll fade away
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| I’ll turn my back and disappear
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| Sometimes I feel
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| Like I wanna leave this place for good
|
| Under the ground
|
| I’ll live down there without a sound
|
| And never hear
|
| These hissing voices all the same
|
| I’ll disappear
|
| Cause living makes me feel ashamed
|
| If this is it
|
| When all we have and ever will
|
| If this is it
|
| Time is running out and standing still
|
| I’ll leave today
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| Cause there’s nothing left to keep me here
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| I’ll fade away
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| I’ll turn my back and disappear
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| I’ll turn my back and disappear |