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(eleanor mcevoy) |
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The black and white |
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Is clear to see |
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It's shades of grey |
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Are puzzling me |
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Shades of feeling like |
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My body's buried deep, |
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Half asleep, half asleep. |
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It's a very deep hole, |
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With very steep sides, |
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I can't climb out |
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I'm trapped inside |
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It's a very deep hole, |
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With very steep sides |
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I can't climb out |
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Lord knows i've tried, |
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But i'm trapped inside |
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You know i've tried, |
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But i'm trapped inside. |
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What is it with me, |
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I make no sense |
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Why is it |
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I talk in future tense. |
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When i'm s'posed to sing |
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My voice it goes to shout |
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"can't break out, i can't break out". |
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Repeat chorus |
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All my climbing up has me nowhere, |
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All of this can get too much to bear |
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All i'm tryin' to do is mend this beat up heart |
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That's a start, that's a start. |
