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Well i'm not superstitious |
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But there's something |
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Going on inside |
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Could be friendly, could be vicious |
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And there isn't any place to hide |
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It's my imagination |
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A blessing or a curse |
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No, i can't ignore it |
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For better or for worse |
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It wakes me when i'm sleeping |
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A thief that takes my breath away |
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And i find myself |
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Reaching for a lifeline |
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Throw me a lifeline and |
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Bring me back in time |
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I need a lifeline, throw me a lifeline |
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I'm going down for the last time |
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Sometimes i can't control it |
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Sometimes it isn't there at all |
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Sometimes i try to roll it |
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And wind up staring at the wall |
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My imagination |
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I love the games it plays |
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I get in so deep that i get lost |
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For days and days |
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It sometimes leaves me shakin' |
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Standin' in the dark alone |
