| Splintering into the very fibers
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| Of who I once was
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| I’m disappearing like a fog
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| It isn’t easy to recognize me
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| I was born from the dirt
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| To dirt is where I will return
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| This is self medicated therapy
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| This is who I never wanted to be
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| Smoked out by the thief in me
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| I stole my own, own future I
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| I stole my own path to survival I
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| I stole my own, own future I
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| I sold every part of me
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| To something empty
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| Let me take a hit for the last time
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| There’s something 'bout it
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| I can’t deny
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| I get that feeling in my bones
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| It’s just too hard to let go
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| Let me take a sip for the last time
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| There’s something 'bout it
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| I can’t deny
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| Withdrawals are creeping and
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| I guess this means I lose again
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| Countless times of hanging
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| My head in shame
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| I’m torn up by the lie
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| 'Lets live it up'
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| I’ve got nothing, got nothing
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| To move on when the sun comes up
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| Countless times of tying
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| The noose again
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| I’m torn up by the lie
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| 'Lets live it up'
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| I breathe nothing, mean nothing
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| To anyone but I just can’t stop
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| I give up
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| Break me
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| A hundred times and
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| A hundred more
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| I want this but I need you more
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| Hear me
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| I may speak with
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| A weak voice
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| But your power shines through
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| My weakness
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| This is my final cry for help
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| God guide me through
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| This salted path
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| You’re the only who hasn’t left
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| You’re the only one that I have left
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| Please hear me
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| Let me take a hit for the last time
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| There’s something 'bout it
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| I can’t deny
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| I get that feeling in my bones
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| It’s just too hard to let go
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| Let me take a sip for the last time
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| There’s something 'bout it
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| I can’t deny
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| Withdrawals are creeping and
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| I guess this means I lose again
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| Don’t take that hit when you
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| Said you’ve quit
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| Don’t take that, don’t take that |