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A coma might feel better than this |
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Attempting to discover where to begin |
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You're weighed down, you're full of something |
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Of sickness and desertion |
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You're weighed down, you're full of something |
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You're underneath it all |
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So say goodbye to love |
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And hold your head up high |
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There's no need to rush |
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We're all just waiting, waiting to die |
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Hoping a better place is all |
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I needWith moments of innocence and mystery |
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Oh, it's the little things you miss |
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Like waking up all alone |
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Oh, it's the little things you miss |
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When you're underneath it all |
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So say goodbye to love |
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And hold your head up high |
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There's no need to rush |
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We're all just waiting, waiting to die |
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All your friends seem like enemies |
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When you're broken down and empty, ooh |
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All your friends seem like enemies |
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When you're broken down and empty, ooh |
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So say goodbye to love |
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And hold your head up high |
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There's no need to rush |
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We're all just waiting, waiting to die |
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Ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh |
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Ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh |
