| Turn your back now, lose yourself in hesitation
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| Dancing, dancing, always dancing, and staring at the floor
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| The sun came out just long enough to go down
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| She shows the symptoms of being my suicide
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| I’m holding you to blame for this
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| I won’t stop selling myself short
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| The broken windows, all of the glass
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| Knife in my hand, the questions I’ve asked
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| I dream about her more nights than not
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| I can’t drown this away, I can’t drown this away
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| With every single move that you make
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| You come closer to breaking me
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| With every single breath that I take
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| You push further from helping me, but you can’t, you can’t
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| I’m pulling the weight again
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| With every single move that you make
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| I come closer to ending me
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| I blame myself, and it’s not the first time
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| You see me for what I am, damaged
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| Turn your back now
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| I will bask in the blackness of my darkest days
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| With every single move that you make
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| You come closer to breaking me
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| With every single breath that I take
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| You push further from helping me
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| But you can’t, you can’t, you can’t, you can’t
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| I’m pulling the weight again
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| With every single move that you make
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| I come closer to ending me
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| Self-loathing me |