| Hey angel can we dance on the edge of this disaster?
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| Can we move on in spite of what we miss?
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| We’re gasping suffocating trying to exist
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| The escape it’s all a lie the agony persists
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| The trauma’s lead to a bottomless despair
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| But i’d rather feel the sorrow
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| Than act like i don’t care
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| So breath in
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| If i’m supposed to feel this
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| I’ll breath in
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| And taste this sweet disaster
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| I’m building calluses where i’m supposed to feel
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| And i’m betting all that’s left on the chance there’s
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| Something real
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| Forgive me i’ve sewn shut the crater in my chest
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| Can you help me release the stitches and untie the mess?
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| The trauma’s lead to a bottomless despair
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| But i’d rather feel the heartache
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| Act like i don’t care
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| So breath in
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| If i’m supposed to feel this
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| I’ll breath in
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| And taste this sweet disaster
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| Oh i’ve been here before
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| All balled up on the floor
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| If i can keep my arms 'round you
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| Maybe you can help me through
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| 'cause the game is rigged
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| And i don’t want to have to beg any more of our friends
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| To come over and act like they don’t know i’m losing it
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| To come over and act like they don’t know i’m faking it
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| To come over and act like they don’t know…
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| So breathe in
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| If i’m supposed to feel this
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| I’ll breath in
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| And taste this sweet disaster
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| Breathe in… |