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I get lost behind the plot |
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And I'm skinny with regret |
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And I barely breathe enough |
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And I'm swimming in the thoughts |
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That I haven't got to yet |
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And I crane to rise above |
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I know you're waiting for me |
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I know you'll still be there |
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I get weakened with the weight |
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And I'm riddled with remorse |
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And I spin, but not the rooms |
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And I'm shamed to have to state |
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That I'm bottled at the source |
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And I sputter on the fumes |
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I know you're waiting for me |
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I know you'll still be there |
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I know you're waiting for me |
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I know you'll still be there |
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My mind is mute |
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My nerves are numb |
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But still |
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I know you're waiting for me |
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I know you'll still be there |
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I know you're waiting for me |
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I know you'll still be there |
