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falling behind |
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on days that seem like nothing fits |
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there's a crack in the floor |
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where you're pacing, a track worn |
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as the walls are caving in |
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perception's clearly out of focus |
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this is all that you are |
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nothing more you could ask for |
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as you're tracing your mistakes |
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last stop you leave dishonest |
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this trap that you laid out |
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I read into deceiving eyes |
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stories that seem ironic |
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one point of view |
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with two opposing sides |
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demise |
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trailing behind |
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you pull the weight that anchors you |
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drop the key on the floor |
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feel the grains where your feet were |
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now the lighting starts to dim |
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perception's clearly out of focus |
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this is all that you are |
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nothing more you could ask for |
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as your tracing your mistakes |
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fallout leader |
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your charade's been detected |
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it's not what you wanted |
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the train's hit a dead end |
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it's not what you wanted |
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at the end of a gun |
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there's still defiance |
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at the end of the run |
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you're still behind it |
