| You’ll hold your breath and count
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| You’ll stop at ten
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| And then need to do it over again
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| But don’t bite your tongue
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| Come on tell me, tell what I already know
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| 'Cause we’re not strangers
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| Who’d sell our beloved discomfort for petty gold
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| And nothing changes in Hell
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| Its mouth is open, its eyes are closed
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| Its claws are lashing and its rage exposed
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| And I wait for you to revive my ghost from where I fell
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| Where there is sound, there’s life
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| Sometimes I act like this
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| To hear your shrieking prove that you exist
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| If you ran the world
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| We’d all be strapped in white jackets for feeling at all
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| But what you’ve got
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| Is just your black mortar, one way glass, brick and serenity wall
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| And because I’m not on your side, I’m a trap
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| My jaws are open, my ears are closed
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| I’m poised and still, but ready to explode
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| But it’s not like that I promise there’s no code
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| And no secrets to unwrap
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| You can’t hold your breath forever
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| Beneath the shelter of the sky
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| 'Cause my reflection in your water
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| Will break the surface tension you’ve been swearing by
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| This is a different world with every frame of time
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| And time can see the living stillness you create
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| When you stop counting and you breathe
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| Your mouth is open, your eyes are closed
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| Your hands are trembling and your teardrops flow
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| And the moment rises to find us both, and it never leaves |