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Last night laid down and couldn't sleep. |
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An overload crashing down through me. |
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Another clouded examination of where the course slipped, where it faded. |
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But all the old things are like they where before, one more time. |
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And all the same things are lying on the floor, one more time. |
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Through all this time there's been changes |
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Through all this time, how have |
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I returned? |
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Another one lost in his questions when all the answers are staring at me. |
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All the old things are like they were before one more time |
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And all the same things are lying on the floor, one more time. |
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Don't shoot-shoot it down before the rise one more time. |
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Don't pull it under, smother it all, one more time. |
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I'm not sinking |
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I'm not going under |
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With the regrets |
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Of what has been. |
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Around my neck |
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Pulling from under. |
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The waters |
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That I've been in. |
