| I feel the change every time I draw a breath or close my eyes
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| My vision fades and I fear I’m running circles, walking blind
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| I’m, holding, I’m holding
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| But I keep holding, I’m holding my breath
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| I’m knowing, I’m knowing
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| I think I’m right at the edge
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| This is what it feels like
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| Falling in a landslide
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| This is what it feels like
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| Wake me when it’s over
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| Wake me when it’s over
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| Wake me when it’s daylight
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| When gravity is?
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| This is what it feels like
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| Falling in a landslide
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| Through dust and haze
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| I saw it rising
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| Spread from out, divine
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| Even wide open range the distance far
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| But wonder caught my sight
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| I’m, holding, I’m holding
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| But I keep holding, I’m holding my breath
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| I’m wanting, I’m wanting
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| So I keep falling, I’m falling for it
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| This is what it feels like
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| Falling in a landslide
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| This is what it feels like
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| Wake me when it’s over
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| Wake me when it’s over
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| Wake me when it’s daylight
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| When gravity means hoping both are satisfied
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| This is what it feels like
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| Falling in a landslide
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| This is what it feels like
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| Falling in a landslide
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| This is what it feels like
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| Wake me when it’s over
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| Wake me when it’s over
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| Wake me when it’s daylight
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| When gravity means hoping both are satisfied
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| This is what it feels like
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| Falling in a landslide |