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Lying here |
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Can't even feel the cold |
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Just a tingle in my spine |
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A bitter line of hope |
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Lying here |
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Can't even see the sky |
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Just a tingle in my fingers |
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A shiver in my soul |
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Don't walk towards the light |
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Still got those pins and needles |
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Turn back, embrace the night |
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Am I ready to be judged like this? |
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Lying here |
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Can't even turn my head |
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Just a tingle in my feet |
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A shimmering before my eyes |
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Lying here |
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Can't even touch my face |
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Just a tingle in my throat |
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A living moment, isolated |
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Don't walk towards the light |
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Still got those pins and needles |
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Turn back, embrace the night |
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I'm not ready to be taken yet |
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Don't walk towards the light |
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Still got those pins and needles |
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Turn back and hold the night |
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I'm not ready to be taken yet |
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This is not my time |
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I'm not ready yet |
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I'm not ready........after all |
