| Awake and breathing, we halt and catch fire
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| Timing’s never what the soul desires
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| I belong somewhere on the outside
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| Will the signal survive when the circuit breaks?
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| Telling me something, it’s telling me something
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| It’s telling me something now
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| What am I supposed to do?
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| You’re dragging me away from the promised land
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| You fucked me up
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| But I refuse to let you kill what I am
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| Same old feeling when we halt and catch fire
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| You’re tired of all this reused desire
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| You belong somewhere, just not in my mind
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| I won’t burn myself out, just to keep you warm
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| It’s telling me something, it’s telling me something
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| It’s telling me something now
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| The pressure is rising, I feel it inside me
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| I need you to hear me now
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| What am I supposed to do?
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| You’re dragging me away from the promised land
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| You fucked me up
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| But I refuse to let you kill what I am
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| What I am, what I am, what I am, am
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| What am I supposed to do?
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| You’re dragging me away from the promised land
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| You fucked me up
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| But I refuse to let you kill what I am
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| What am I supposed to do?
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| You’re dragging me away from the promised land
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| You fucked me up
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| But I refuse to let you kill what I am
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| What I am, what I am |