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I'm still frustrated from last night |
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Things happened at half-time, I'm sick of the bends |
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My panic research was no help |
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I sink into myself |
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Afraid of the fall that never ends |
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I wait, but I'm too tired to play pretend |
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I suffocate until the end |
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No time for halfhearted goodbyes, |
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I turn on the spotlight and flee from the scene |
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Cheap flights from Paris to Bangkok, I thought it was nonstop |
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Can't sleep on the KLM again |
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I haunt the halls of medicine at night |
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Choking back the urge to fight |
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Her cat was clawing the floorboards just outside of our door, |
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The panic begins |
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I searched the whole damn apartment from ceiling to carpet |
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No sign of the things she used to own |
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As autumn turns its back on me again |
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I climb the walls for oxygen |
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My body aches, it heaves, it shakes |
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Our somersaults through so-called art |
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And I still don't know exactly who I am |
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I never will, amen. |
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She whispers something in my ear, the message is unclear |
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She motions outside. |
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I trail her closely from behind |
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She tries hard not to cry |
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She shakes underneath the pouring rain |
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I can't compete with all your damn ideas |
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This isn't working out for you and me |
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The truth is I'm too tired to play pretend |
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This is goodbye, this is the end. |
