I get lost behind the plot
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And I'm skinny with regret
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And I barely breathe enough
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And I'm swimming in the thoughts
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That I haven't got to yet
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And I crane to rise above
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I know you're waiting for me
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I know you'll still be there
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I get weakened with the weight
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And I'm riddled with remorse
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And I spin, but not the rooms
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And I'm shamed to have to state
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That I'm bottled at the source
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And I sputter on the fumes
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I know you're waiting for me
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I know you'll still be there
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I know you're waiting for me
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I know you'll still be there
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My mind is mute
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My nerves are numb
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But still
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I know you're waiting for me
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I know you'll still be there
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I know you're waiting for me
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I know you'll still be there
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Letter To Myself
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| Mad at Gravity |
