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Where am I |
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Someone please turn on the lights |
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I'm not fine |
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I'm not fine |
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How can I find my way |
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From this little cellar they call life |
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Down here |
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I tear out my veins |
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And tie them to the chair |
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This goes on and on and on |
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Unraveled in contortions, |
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I run for the door |
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This goes on and on and on |
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Hold on, hold on |
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Hold on to my own destruction |
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I fall face first, |
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I fall face first |
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Watch me descend, |
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I'm on display |
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This cycle of human decay |
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I feel it lurking in the corners |
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I watch it tracking up my arm |
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I am the anchor, |
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I am the anchor |
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I am the anchor, |
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I am the anchor |
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Bound to my existence |
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Bound to my existence |
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Oh, I make peace |
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With the parasites |
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I live among |
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Paralyzed |
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I watch them colonize |
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As I sit here and just fall apart |
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The beggars and choosers are all the same |
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The default reaction will never change |
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So I catch a glimpse of my own reflection |
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From a shard of glass left on the floor |
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The beggars and choosers are all the same |
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The default reaction will never change |
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It's time to restart |
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Reassemble what's left of my body |
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It's time to restart |
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Pick me up and walk away |
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Uproot the anchor |
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Uproot the anchor |
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Uproot the anchor |
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Uproot the anchor |
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Walk right out the door |
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Walk right out the door |
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I'll change for the better |
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It can't get much worse |
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I'll swallow my own pride |
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And then accept defeat |
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Accept defeat, accept defeat |
