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Clinging to a hope |
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Dust that makes me choke |
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A tiny piece of dirt |
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Happiness assured |
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Can't be too far |
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Can't be too hard |
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Traction having slipped |
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I think I've lost my grip |
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Mine But not for long |
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Mine Think |
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I'm losing pressure |
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Think I'm losing ground |
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Think I'm losing pressure |
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Think I'm losing |
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Ground down |
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Falls down |
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Hurts me Much less |
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So good, so good |
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So perfect like |
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How could, how could |
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How could you try |
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What for, what for |
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What better life |
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Once more, once more |
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It all slips |
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By me...again |
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By me Think |
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I'm losing pressure |
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Think I'm losing ground |
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Think I'm losing pressure |
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Think I'm losing |
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Once more |
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Put it in a package of perfect like |
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Leave it in package of perfect size |
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Never opened up and it can't slip |
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By It all slips by |
