| Trying to stand up
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| If only my body and my blood approves
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| Sliding through gravel fields
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| I will clear the air tonight
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| Trying to figure out
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| How I can make these limbs twist and turn
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| Somewhere inside of me you will find
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| A translucent light
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| Growing weaker by the day and the hour
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| Having to breathe heavy and loud
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| Can’t seem to shake the crush of a crowd
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| I’ll never find peace in this fate
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| It always seems too little, too little, too late
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| Too little, too little, too late
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| Trying to make out
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| Every single little last detail
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| Something to cling onto
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| 'Til I fall astray again
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| Oh if only my blood would approve
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| Having to breathe heavy and loud
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| Can’t seem to shake the crush of a crowd
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| I’ll never find peace in this fate
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| It always seems too little, too little, too late
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| It’s the cracking of ribs, it’s the rolling of tongues
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| It’s erasing the debts for all the battles you’ve won
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| Oh this is me just trying to stay afloat
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| Having to breathe heavy and loud
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| Can’t seem to shake the crush of a crowd
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| I’ll never find peace in this fate
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| It always seems too little, too little, too late
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| Having to breathe
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| Can’t seem to shake
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| Too little, too little, too late
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| I’ll never find peace in this fate |