My heart’s been racing with my mind to the finish line of these fevered times
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stuck down again
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this turbulence has overthrown
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tranquility pounding the walls inside these thoughts
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I can’t control and shooting through my veins
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these heightened senses overwhelming
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confusion replaces clarity
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a neurotic rearrangement
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you know the feeling when down feels up to
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it’s old tricks again
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so misleading when it hits like a ton of bricks to the chest
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out of breath on the bathroom floor
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and I’ll make light of this night and night of this day
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it’s what I tell myself to sleep when I dream myself awake
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These Fevered Times
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| Darkest Hour |
