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My consciousness keeps slipping through my fingers |
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This fragile sense of who I am and where, where I'm from |
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Keep on stretching reaching for whispers and fragments |
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Do I ever really sleep, or am I just unaware? |
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Wake up, wake up, my courage is laid to rest |
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Please somebody tell me why nothing feels real anymore |
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When I would die to feel anything |
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Everything is coloured pastels and racing hearts |
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When my heart beats in my ears |
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And the blood goes to my head |
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It's then that I truly feel alive |
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And I think of you |
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And I think of you |
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Wake up, wake up, my courage is laid to rest |
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And I don't want to lose my hold, I don't want to lose control |
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Please somebody tell me why nothing feels real anymore |
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When I would die to feel anything |
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Everything is coloured pastels and racing hearts |
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In the end, tell me everything will be okay, be okay |
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In the end, tell me everything will be okay, be okay |
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Please somebody tell me why nothing feels real anymore |
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When I would die to feel anything |
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Everything is coloured pastels and racing hearts |
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Please somebody tell me why nothing feels real anymore |
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When I would die to feel anything |
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Everything is coloured pastels and racing hearts |