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I'm fine, but I seem to cross that line |
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It happens all the time |
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You let me out of my cage |
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No, from all the nights before |
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When I open up that door |
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I come sliding in the line - not myself |
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"I don't feel right" I said |
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Everytime I let my mind go to waste |
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I know I'll regret |
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As I slowly turn to god |
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And I feel like none of this is real |
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Only if I taste it |
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Sliding down my veins |
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Now I'm going insane |
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With all the cards I hold, |
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Tell me why the hell did I fold? |
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Well I don't know, I'm scared I feel myself |
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I guess that's why I'm screaming out: |
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"I don't feel right" I said |
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Everytime I let my mind go to waste |
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I know I'll regret |
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As I slowly turn to god (slowly turn to pray) |
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It's a bitter pill |
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I swallow it when |
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It's a part of me |
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I know I'm never quite the same |
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I wash it all away |
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I wash it all away, yeah |
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"I don't feel right" I said |
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Everytime I let my mind go to waste |
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I know I'll regret |
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As I slowly turn to god |
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"I don't feel right" I said |
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Everytime I let my mind go to waste |
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I know I'll regret |
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As I slowly turn to god |
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I'm scared, |
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With my hands cold |
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I won't know |
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My hands cold |
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And I will |
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Oh, I will waste it all away |
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Waste it all away |
