| Well, I’m not superstitious
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| But there’s something going on inside
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| Could be friendly, could be vicious
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| And there isn’t any place to hide
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| It’s my imagination, a blessing or a curse
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| No, I can’t ignore it for better or for worse
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| It wakes me when I’m sleeping
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| A thief that takes my breath away
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| And I find myself reaching for a lifeline
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| Throw me a lifeline and bring me back in time
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| I need a lifeline, throw me a lifeline
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| I’m going down for the last time
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| Sometimes, I can’t control it
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| Sometimes, it isn’t there at all
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| Sometimes, I try to roll it
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| And wind up staring at the wall
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| My imagination, I love the games it plays
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| I get in so deep that I get lost for days and days
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| It sometimes leaves me shakin'
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| Standin' in the dark alone
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| And I find myself reaching for a lifeline
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| Throw me a lifeline and bring me back in time
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| I need a lifeline, throw me a lifeline
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| I’m going down for the last time
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| Can’t you see that I am reaching?
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| And I find myself reaching for a lifeline
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| Throw me a lifeline and bring me back, back in time
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| I need a lifeline, throw me a lifeline
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| I’m going down for the last time
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| I need a lifeline, throw me a lifeline
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| I’m going down, down, down, down, down for the last time
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| Lifeline, going down for the last time
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| Can’t you see that I am reaching? |