| It’s a lonely world until you let it take its shape
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| It’s a matter of perception
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| I hardly ever wanna change
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| I’ll ask you for direction
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| Just to bother you
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| I’ll leave this on the table
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| As I stumble through my awfully tangled web
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| And things are violent red
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| You said, «we all need someone to hold us down»
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| I raise my glass, you know
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| The emptiness was filling me
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| I follow the steps of my past
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| Didn’t I make all those same mistakes?
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| All those promises, I meant to keep
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| We go under
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| We slip into the unknown
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| Wash our hands of who we were when we were younger
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| We don’t know why it hurts
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| We don’t know why it hurts so much
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| We go under
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| We slip into the unknown
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| Wash our hands of who we were when we were younger
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| We don’t know why it hurts
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| We don’t know why it hurts so much
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| But it’s a lonely world until you let it take its shape
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| It’s a matter of perspective
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| I hope this never tastes the same
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| The past is just a funeral
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| That’s mean to swallow you
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| I’ll breathe in all I’m able
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| If you walk me through these unforgiving nights
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| And things are violent red
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| You said, «we all need someone to hold us down»
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| I raise my glass, you know
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| The emptiness was filling me
|
| I follow the steps of my past
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| Didn’t I make all those same mistakes?
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| All those promises, I meant to keep
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| We go under
|
| We slip into the unknown
|
| Wash our hands of who we were when we were younger
|
| We don’t know why it hurts
|
| We don’t know why it hurts so much
|
| We go under
|
| We slip into the unknown
|
| Wash our hands of who we were when we were younger
|
| We don’t know why it hurts
|
| We don’t know why it hurts so much
|
| We go under
|
| We slip into the unknown
|
| Wash our hands of who we were when we were younger
|
| We don’t know why it hurts
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| We don’t know why it hurts so much
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| We go under |