Wake, watch, and sleep,
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And it's the cadence of her breath,
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That keeps me clinging to the air,
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And fighting off my shadow,
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For seven days this week,
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I can live on promise tragedy,
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Completely, not just briefly,
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Not content to let it go,
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Ten minutes into my nervous breakdown
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You're still writing love letters,
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Well, I won't let you down too hard,
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Too hard,
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Just like a gun to my head,
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But it feels all right,
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I'm number one with a bullet,
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I'm sure that you've heard,
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I guess I'll see you on the other side,
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Stand back until you break,
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These lessons from the life we'll make,
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And one right into another,
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Hold tight until you fall,
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Your reasons make no sense at all,
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Abandoning senses,
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Why even bother?
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I won't let you down too hard,
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Just like a gun to my head,
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But it feels all right,
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I'm number one with a bullet,
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I'm sure that you've heard,
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I guess I'll see you on the other side,
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Either way we stand,
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You're content to let me fall,
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So concerned but insufficient,
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You can't even help yourself,
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You'll forget about this night,
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As it wraps around your fingers,
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It might sting a little later,
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That's the meaning to it all,
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[2x]
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Just fall,
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Just fall.
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Number One With A Bullet
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