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No they'll never get it, |
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No they never will, |
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Cause I've seen every bottle, |
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And I've chased, every pill. |
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No they'll never get it, |
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No they never will, |
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They're cutting of my nose, |
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To spite my face against, |
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My own will. |
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And I keep running faster, |
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From this place that I once knew, |
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They seem to hold me back, |
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From all I've been, from all I've been through. |
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Trust me, |
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Things aren't always what they seem to be. |
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You'll never see it coming, |
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When you are always running away. |
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Trust me, |
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Things aren't always what you want to see. |
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You'll never feel it coming, |
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When you are, always running away. |
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And I'll, always remember, |
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That night where I found myself, |
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Two steps away, |
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From loosing it all. |
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And I keep running faster, |
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From this place that I once knew, |
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They seem to hold me back, |
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From all I've been, from all I've been through. |
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Trust me, |
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Things aren't always what they seem to be. |
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You'll never see it coming, |
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When you are always running away. |
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Trust me, |
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Things aren't always what you want to see. |
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You'll never feel it coming, |
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When you are, always running away. |
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- {Guest Vocals by Dave Dobarganes of Camerae} - |
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Doubting the look on my face, |
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In an attempt to replace, |
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Anything. 2x |
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Passing into empty space, |
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And finding what still remains, |
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Finally. 2x |
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I'm planting falling stars, |
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And counting days till we can glow, |
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I've carved a place for myself, and filled it up to over flow. |
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Trust me, |
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Things aren't always what they seem to be. |
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You'll never see it coming, |
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When you are always running away. |
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Trust me, |
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Things aren't always what they seem to be. |
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You'll never see it coming when you are, |
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Always running from me. |
