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Don't blink, I think there's tragedy chasing after me |
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Finding the perfect moment to take its life |
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I don't think that I'll have the strength to survive this one |
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But maybe the means to escape |
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It's breath is heavy on my shoulder |
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Hanging on like a cruel passenger |
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Who won't remove his hand from the wheel |
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And though I dare not face it |
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I cannot simply forget it's there |
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Don't blink, I think there's tragedy chasing after me |
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Finding the perfect moment to take its life |
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I don't think that I'll have the strength to survive this one |
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But maybe the means to escape |
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Taking in the signs left in wandering arrangements |
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Across memory and time, a scattered landscape |
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Underneath it all, I'm dying to find its meaning |
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Underneath it all, I'm dying to find where its leading |
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Don't blink, I think there's tragedy chasing after me |
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Finding the perfect moment to take its life |
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I don't think that I'll have the strength to survive this one |
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But maybe the means to escape |