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every morning i wake up dreaming that it could be |
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just another new beginning |
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i hope i wish |
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and then i keep on dreaming |
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not until the |
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following morning is finally coming |
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it's too late to regret |
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that not a thing has ever changed |
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then i would do it all over again |
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from the start of it all i'd do it again |
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i look into the mirror |
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trying to see a new me |
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but every time all I see is a man with a strange face |
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staring back at me from the inside |
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this fucking disease is killing me slowly |
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bit by fucking bit |
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this disease devours me bit by bit |
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i'm being torn to pieces |
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i'm lost and i've lost complete control of myself |
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can't find a place to rest |
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so my body is gonna keep moving on |
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until the day I fall to the ground |
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stop me now |
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someone stop me now |
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the check point is near |
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i smell it in the air |
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let's take a look at the map |
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it ought to be right there |
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why am i not there yet |
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just take a look at the map |
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i once believed i can make it out alive |
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but instead, i tear myself in pieces |
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and so I do it all over again |
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over and over and over again |
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i'm lost |
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and I've lost complete control of myself |
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can't find a place to rest |
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so my body is gonna keep moving on and on |
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until the day I fall to the ground |
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(every single thing i do comes back and sickens myself, everyone i knew turn their backs against me) |
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i'm so sick of this shit |
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i can't see from where i'm standing |
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someone please get me out |
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this all had better be over |
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better be over |
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better be over or I'll hit the floor |
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it has gotta be over |
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gotta be over |
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gotta be over someone make me stop |
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The more I fight |
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The deeper I fall |
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The more I fight |
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The deeper I fall |
