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To think it may have stopped, |
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I tried to believe it's beating |
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For what I'm not quite sure, |
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But it keeps repeating |
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The same droning pulse |
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That's kept me alive for so long |
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And I'll believe it still keeps moving |
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The short time that I'm gone |
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Don't you remember when it came crumbling down? |
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It crashes and burns and when it sparks and it bursts |
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And the flames ignite the ground |
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So please remember when a thousand thoughts will pass you by |
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You live and you learn and when you question it hurts |
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This will be the only time you feel alive |
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To think you may be lost |
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We struggle to keep you breathing |
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For what I'm not quite sure, |
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But we keep believing |
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So I'll hold on to disaster |
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With a sharp and fragile grasp |
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And I'll hold on to disaster |
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Because it's all that you have left |
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And no knows the outcome, and no one feels the same |
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And that, my dear, means everything to me. |