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"You'll get it right sometime. You will." |
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I tell myself that everyday. |
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"You don't need to latch on to anything. |
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You'll just end up back here |
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In your little limbo scene." |
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It's repetitious and exhausting. |
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I might need some therapy; |
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Anything to keep me in check through the day. |
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Don't think about your lover. |
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You're already steady shaking." |
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I might need a sedative, |
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But I hate the taste of medicine. |
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"You just need to let her go." |
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These pills shaking in my hand |
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Just make me feel defeated, |
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Like I'm not able to just let her go away. |
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I hate this place but I love these chords. |
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"An empty fate just means an even score." |
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And the pain this morning... |
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It filled my head. |
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It's Jameson. |
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It means that I'm not dead. |
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And I just can't seem to get away |
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There's no such thing as escape, |
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Even with the sedatives |
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You're always in the same state, |
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Clutching to a limbo scene. |
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You're never changing anything, |
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You just stop the shaking. |
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And it's constantly repeated through the days. |
