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In my mind I'm crawling on your floor |
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Vomiting and defeated |
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Total absence of grace |
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Your reluctant voice saying |
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You decide your own fate but |
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I wear rubber bands round my soul |
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They keep me from crawling |
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And these rubber bands round my soul |
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They keep me from falling |
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In my repeated dreams |
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You stare at me with an empty gaze |
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You turn your back on me |
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And you search for more intriguing days |
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Loathing this |
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Controlling this |
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Let me get a hold of this so |
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I wear rubber bands round my soul |
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They keep me from crawling |
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And these rubber bands round my soul |
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They keep me from falling |
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So then when you are not in my dreams |
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And not in my mind |
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But we are at the same place at the same time |
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Rubber no longer holds |
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The borders of my soul |
