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Fighting sleep |
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(We can't expect an end) |
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Was never so hard |
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(When every day's like this). |
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It feels like I have been up |
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(Hold on to what you know) |
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For weeks on end |
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(Learn when to just let go). |
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Infection creeps in, |
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Words are viruses. |
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Walking around with the brisk air at my face. |
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I want to throw you |
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(These scars will document) |
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Off my chest |
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(The life I haven't lived) |
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And wonder why |
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(So sick of being like this) |
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I was ever |
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(So I suggest we quit). |
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Put in a situation like this. |
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Infection creeps in. |
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Words are viruses. |
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My weakness will catch up with your hunger. |
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How ironic no tears will be shed for this. |
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The breath runs short as another beings. |
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The cliches run thick as the expressions run thin. |
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We will find a way, |
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We always do |
