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My lungs are not waking up |
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They don't listen to what the rest of me knows |
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And I'm counting down the days I have left |
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Only listening while I'm holding my breath |
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Till I see you... |
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Cut it down, I will cut them down |
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They tower over me while I sleep |
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But I vent too much to just lay around |
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Only pretending while I'm facing the ground |
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And these skies, my only wish |
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What's the point to this? There's no point to this (x2) |
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Hold on to me, hold on to my back |
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I'm falling down the hole much too fast |
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Even even if the light pours in up over my head |
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Will I see it then, or pretend that I'm dead again. |
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And these skies, my only wish |
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What's the point to this? There's no point to this (x2) |
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'Cause we all change with the morning (mourning?) after |
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But these tired hearts aren't beating fast enough |
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So can I ask you to leave me alone? |
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I'll help when I am able to |
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Get back up (x8) |