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This is the sound of my lungs giving up |
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When I've sung more than enough |
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Now I can't sing |
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This is something that I could do without |
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But I'm too far away now |
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I'll never make it back |
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My soul's being sold in every note I hold |
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When the playback drones I just recoil |
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No these are not the only notes I know |
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They're my only hope of singing this song |
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It's why I look so tired |
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And I've gone so quiet |
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I try not to show |
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I'm pale as a ghost |
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And it's why I'm uninspired |
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And I've lost insight |
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Why I'm high and I'm low |
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I'm ebb and I'm flow |
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Bite the hand that feeds you, you reap what you sow |
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You'll only be a winner in an auction for my soul |
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When god gave out virtues you politely held the door |
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Chase your dreams on a rodent wheel, you'll only hit a wall |
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It's why I look so tired |
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And I've gone so quiet |
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I try not to show |
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I'm pale as a ghost |
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And it's why I'm uninspired |
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And I've lost insight |
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Why I'm high and I'm low |
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I'm ebb and I'm flow |
