| Where Am I
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| Someone please turn on the light
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| I’m not fine, I’m not fine
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| How can I find my way from this little cellar they call life
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| Down here I tear out my veins and tie them to the chair
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| This goes on and on and on
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| Unraveled in contortions, I run for the door
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| This goes on and on and on
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| Hold on to my own destruction
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| I fall face first, I fall face first
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| Watch me descend, I’m on display
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| This cycle of human decay
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| I feel it lurking in the corners
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| I watch it tracking up my arm
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| I am the anchor, I am the anchor
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| I am the anchor, I am the anchor
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| Bound to my existence, bound to my existence
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| I make peace with the parasites I live among
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| Paralyzed, I watch them colonize as I sit here and just fall apart
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| The beggars and choosers are all the same
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| The default reaction will never change
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| So I catch a glimpse of my own reflection
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| From a shard of glass left on the floor
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| The beggars and choosers are all the same
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| The default reaction will never change
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| It’s time to restart
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| Reassemble what’s left of my body
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| It’s time to restart
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| Pick me up and walk away
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| Uproot the anchor, Uproot the anchor
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| Uproot the anchor, Uproot the anchor
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| Walk right out the door, Walk right out the door
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| I’ll change for the better
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| It can’t get much worse
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| I’ll swallow my own pride
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| And then accept defeat
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| Accept defeat
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| Accept defeat |