| I’m trying to walk up the stairs
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| My hands are snatching at the slivers of light, I’m sticking to the steps
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| Each one a release from the place below, I’m on a mission
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| On the hunt for clean, clear vapor skies
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| 'Cause I’m choking on my own, I need some air
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| The door slams behind me
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| Begging you to scrape off your disco paint, it’s open to the night
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| And I’m sick as a hospital and empty factories
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| You look so tiny, so very unimportant
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| I’m nearly there and everything feels fine
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| Don’t wanna look behind me
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| Don’t wanna look beneath me
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| Every movement, every vibration
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| Every movement, every vibration
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| High above piss city
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| Watch the pigs-ear people, all dead in their droves
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| Some shuffle in silence, some gorge sucking on silicone
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| I’ve got the urge to jump, watch my life whiz by, fast forward flash
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| But hold on boy, I feel alive
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| Don’t wanna look behind me
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| Don’t wanna look beneath me
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| Every movement, every vibration
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| Every movement, every vibration
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| Don’t wanna look behind me
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| Don’t wanna look beneath me
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| Every movement, every vibration
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| Every movement, every vibration
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| Don’t wanna look behind me
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| Don’t wanna look beneath me
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| Every movement, every vibration
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| Every movement, every vibration |