| I can’t recall when I last forgot
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| Something’s wrong
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| I don’t feel like I did back then
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| The trouble starts when I think too much
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| I’m moving parts
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| I don’t feel like I did back then
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| I don’t feel like I did back then
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| Something’s got the nape of my neck
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| And I don’t see no hands
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| I don’t see shadow
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| I don’t see anything
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| Something’s got the nape of my neck
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| And I don’t see no hands
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| I don’t see shadow
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| I don’t see anything
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| I keep composed but I know they know
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| A change has come
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| I don’t feel like I did back then
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| I see it happening right behind my back
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| They whisper my name
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| It echoes back
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| Something’s got the nape of my neck
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| And I don’t see no hands
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| I don’t see shadow
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| I don’t see anything
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| Something’s got the nape of my neck
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| And I don’t see no hands
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| I don’t see shadow
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| I don’t see anything
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| I thought that I’d erupt
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| I thought I could breathe
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| But the feeling, the feeling it’s chasing me
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| I thought I was fine to erase it
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| But what I’m seeing
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| And what I’m seeing
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| You wouldn’t believe
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| You wouldn’t believe
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| You wouldn’t believe
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| You wouldn’t
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| Something’s got the nape of my neck
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| And I don’t see no hands
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| I don’t see shadow
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| I don’t see anything
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| Something’s got the nape of my neck
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| And I don’t see no hands
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| I don’t see shadow
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| I don’t see anything
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| I thought that I’d erupt
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| I thought I could breathe
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| But the feeling, the feeling it’s chasing me
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| I thought that I was fine to erase it
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| But what I’m seeing
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| And what I’m seeing
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| You wouldn’t believe
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| You wouldn’t believe |