| Chase me
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| Fill in the gap now
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| Gold in my iris
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| I miss how the waves sound
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| I haven’t talked to my brother in over a year now
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| I hope that he’s still proud
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| What’s with the things I do?
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| To try to disconnect you two
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| Tore all the fabric from our loom
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| And I hate that
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| My pessimistic views stem from all the drugs I use
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| Hide all my guilt inside this bruise
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| It’s my ruse
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| Phase me, I feel the distance
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| I hear the cadence
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| The worst of all my sounds
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| I wanna see why you love her, why you’re good
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| For each other but I just don’t know how
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| What’s with the things I do?
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| To try to disconnect you two
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| Tore all the fabric from our loom
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| And I hate that
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| My pessimistic views stem from all the drugs I use
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| Hide all my guilt inside this bruise
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| It’s my ruse
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| Bet if you keep this up
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| You’ll die here all alone
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| Yet you still fill your cup
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| Nodding off, nodding off now
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| Bet if you keep this up
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| You’ll die here all alone
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| Yet you still fill your cup
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| Nodding off, nodding off now |