There's nothing left for me to do
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just like time and time and time again
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what else is left for me to prove?
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but when it comes around
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I can't help falling down
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is this the state of so-called pleasure?
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or just the weight of stones & feathers
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I'm not myself
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maybe I'm never
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just like tear that fades away
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just like a word I can't express or can't explain
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a thousand voices in my brain
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I wish they'd comfort me
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instead it's torturing
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is this the state of so-called pleasure?
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or just the way I'm made to measure
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I'm not myself
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maybe I'm never
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when all is said and done
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I confess I've had enough
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is this the state of so-called pleasure?
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or just a chill that lasts forever
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I'm not myself maybe I'm never
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is this the state of so-called pleasure?
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or just a break in heavy weather
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I'm not myself
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maybe I'm never
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Stones & Feathers
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| Alex Parks |
