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I've been crawling around |
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In the dark for a while |
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Sprawled out across the floor |
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Not collecting dust anymore |
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Define me a parasite, define my host |
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Trapped beneath the floor |
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I slowly waste away |
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Now I pull my frail body into the chair |
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And look me in the face |
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Oh, disappointments, so disappointing |
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This may be my last one |
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It's gonna be good and hard |
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It might be a touch out of key |
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A touch out of key |
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When this thing breaks |
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I will be you, you will be me |
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I'm afraid that this is really happening |
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When this thing breaks |
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I will be you, you will be me |
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Let's hope this is short lived |
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And riddled with dizzy |
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Oh God, the noise is ringing in my ear |
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It's so unclear, so unclear |
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I hear them talking |
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But can't make out the words |
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Speak up, speak clear |
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I hear them talking |
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But can't make out the words |
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Speak up, speak clear |
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God, where have I been? |
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I'm a terrible company |
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With zero apologies |
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My God, where have I been? |
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Where have I been? |
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While I sink to the bottom |
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I'll sing out as it fills with water |
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I hope I've done enough |
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When this thing breaks |
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I will be you, you will be me |
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Let's hope this is short lived |
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And riddled with dizzy |
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When this thing breaks |
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I will be you, you will be me |
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I'm afraid that this is really happening |
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I'm worn out |
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I'm worn thin |
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I will never break through |
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I'm worn out |
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(Where have I been?) |
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I'm worn thin |
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(Where have I been?) |
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I will never break through |
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(Where have I been?) |
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Let me out |
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Let me out |
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Let me out |
