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Trying to stand up |
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If only my body and my blood approves |
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Sliding through gravel fields |
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I will clear the air tonight |
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Trying to figure out |
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How I can make these limbs twist and turn |
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Somewhere inside of me you will find |
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A translucent light |
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Growing weaker by the day and the hour |
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Having to breathe heavy and loud |
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Can't seem to shake the crush of a crowd |
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I'll never find peace in this fate |
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It always seems too little, too little, too late |
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Too little, too little, too late |
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Trying to make out |
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Every single little last detail |
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Something to cling onto |
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'Til I fall astray again |
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Oh if only my blood would approve |
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Having to breathe heavy and loud |
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Can't seem to shake the crush of a crowd |
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I'll never find peace in this fate |
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It always seems too little, too little, too late |
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It's the cracking of ribs, it's the rolling of tongues |
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It's erasing the debts for all the battles you've won |
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Oh this is me just trying to stay afloat |
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Having to breathe heavy and loud |
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Can't seem to shake the crush of a crowd |
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I'll never find peace in this fate |
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It always seems too little, too little, too late |
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Having to breathe |
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Can't seem to shake |
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Too little, too little, too late |
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I'll never find peace in this fate |
