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Cave In Anchor |
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Whatever makes you tired, the resting always fails |
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Because anywhere you lay yourself's a bed of nails |
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Whenever you exhale, |
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I breathe it in the air |
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You offer me a seat in your electric chair |
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Are you safe to leave behind every anchor in your mind? |
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You know better than |
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I do, so clue me in |
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And every day you ask yourself, "Why was I born?" |
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Because every migraine feels like wearing a crown of thorns |
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And all the time |
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I find you crawling on all fours |
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Because any movement sends you falling through trap doors |
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Are you safe to leave behind every anchor in your mind? |
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You know better than |
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I do, so clue me in |
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Your tongue in cheek |
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Too late it's already days and weeks before we can make ends meet |
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Am I right? |
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And you're wrong? |
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Too late it already takes too long, too much to be flushed with you |
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Oh, too much to be flushed with you |
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Whatever makes you tired, the resting always fails |
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Because anywhere you lay yourself's a bed of nails |
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Are you safe to leave behind every anchor in your mind? |
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You know better than |
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I do, so clue me in |
