| Addicted, but just to the thought of being addicted
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| It’s holding me back
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| So wrapped up, I know it’s wrong but I can’t quit it
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| I tried to hold my own
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| This life is all I know
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| My legs won’t make it home
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| The ground breaks where my feet fall
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| Filthy hands that I’m ashamed to raise high
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| But I know that I need to
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| Cause without you I’m
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| Hanging by a thread
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| Give me a hand it’s life or death
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| Try to clear my head
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| Feels like I’m stuck in quicksand
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| It’s the ugly side of me
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| The part that you don’t want to see
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| And I can’t separate myself
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| From this hell im living
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| I think I’m losing control
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| I think I’m scared of letting go
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| I know I’m living the lie
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| It’s time to take back my life
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| Filthy hands that I’m ashamed to raise high
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| But I know that I need to
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| Cause without you I’m
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| Hanging by a thread
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| Give me a hand it’s life or death
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| Try to clear my head
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| Feels like I’m stuck in quicksand
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| It’s all I think about
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| It’s all i think about
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| Try to escape you’re the only way out
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| Hanging by a thread
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| These chains are (a tired tread)?
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| My head is the first to criticize
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| While my heart’s stuck fighting on the front lines
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| My head is the first to criticize
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| While my heart’s stuck fighting on the front lines
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| Hanging by a thread
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| Give me a hand it’s life or death
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| Try to clear my head
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| Feels like I’m stuck in quicksand
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| It’s all I think about
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| It’s all i think about
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| Try to escape you’re the only way out
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| Hanging by a thread
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| These chains are (a tired tread)? |