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All the tiredness that you've held in waiting, |
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in abeyance, |
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now comes rushing in. |
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Floods the bloodstream, burrows in the brainstem, |
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grinds down bone-deep, |
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the exhaustion's stored from way back when. |
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All the tiredness you've postponed forever, |
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buried treasure, |
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the price you pay for simply keeping your hand in. |
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Hold the darkness back for a moment. |
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Hold the darkness back for just as long as you can. |
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So, suddenly very slow, |
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suddenly can't outrun the undertow. |
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No, suddenly I don't know |
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anything but this sense of letting go. |
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Low, down to the ground I go, |
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beaten down by the years of body blows. |
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Though I made it through the shows |
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something got left behind, a debt I owe.... |
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All the tiredness |
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held in store |
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saved up from before |
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my old friend |
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mounts up in the end |
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wears you down in the end |
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mounts up in the end. |
