And when I find it hard to
breathe then I like to think about
All the times I breathed before and I do it all again
Full of sound that can't come out Ballooning up not going down
Caught in all the ropes and Lines then the tension bits in
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So that's what you think of me
You get the symptoms
Blankets of black fill my eyes they line the jar from the inside
caught in all their glory, to remind us all that
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And you leave all the
other reasons out like you don't have to try
hard to grow up
Pull me up I need to suck this in, Need the tar to seal me in
Rounding up tonight We have some other guy
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