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I buried my face into my palms again |
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Tryin' to wake up |
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On my world that is tired of spinnin' here |
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Why do I fail my feet are stuck to cement |
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Sink into the bottom of my soul |
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I try to stand up to catch my self reflection |
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The shattered pieces collapse to the floor |
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Why can't I crawl to my dark corner, hard and cold |
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Sometimes my grip wants to let go |
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So wide a wide awake I lay |
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Do I have what it's gonna take |
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To keep on keeping on |
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So wide a wide awake I lay |
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Can I take this weight from holdin' me down |
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Another morning sucked that night |
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Another night passes away |
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(Recently it all just feels the same) |
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I try to laugh it off, but it grows where I'm soft |
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Gripping into me while I sleep |
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Holdin' on feels like the wrong direction |
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Why do my dreams come out fake |
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A lot, a lot short of satisfaction |
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It least I'm locked in a familiar place |
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So wide a wide awake I lay |
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Do I have what it's gonna take |
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To keep on keeping on |
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So wide a wide awake I lay |
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Can I take this weight from holdin' me down |
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I work myself over |
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I work myself over, again |
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So wide a wide awake I lay |
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Do I have what it's gonna take |
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To keep on keeping on |
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So wide a wide awake I lay |
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Can I take this weight from holdin' me down |
