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The floor will have its way, it seems |
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It fights me like a trampoline |
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It won't let me on the ground |
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So this time I'm not coming down |
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This time I'm not coming down |
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I've been talking in my sleep |
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You once kissed me not to hear me speak |
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You loved me just so you could leave |
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Every bit of life wrung out of me |
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And this time I'm not coming down |
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This time I'm not coming down |
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Trampoline |
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Trampoline |
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The whole platoon is overfed |
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And we're in this thing over our heads |
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My mind it's never been so clear |
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But I stutter like an auctioneer |
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As the night has come alive with dreams |
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That hoot and holler, spit and scream |
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Every one of them is sick with lust |
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But every one of them will outlive us |
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And this time I'm not coming down |
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This time I'm not coming down |
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Trampoline |
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Trampoline |
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And if I really thought I could |
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I'd give up your ghost for good |
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But I'm not sure it isn't you |
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That keeps my ghost from leaving too |
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But I don't miss you half as much |
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As who you made me think I was |
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When I could see myself the way you do |
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I could almost see myself in you |
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This time I'm not coming down |
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This time I'm not coming down |
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Trampoline |
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Trampoline |
