| Your heart may still be beating
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| Your blood may still be bumping through your veins
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| But I know that you ain’t living
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| 'Cause you always try to numb the pain
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| Like a chronic high on novocaine
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| I’ve never seen you cry, wind up so tight inside
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| Don’t hold yourself back now
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| I’m trying to let you up
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| I wanna feel the chasing, the crashing, the gasping for air
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| The shaking, the aching, to show that you care
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| The breaking down, the making up
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| Give me a reaction
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| I wanna feel the chasing, the crashing, the gasping for air
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| The shaking, the aching, to show that you care
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| The breaking down, the making up
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| Give me a reaction
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| Forgive me for invading
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| But the fastest way to heaven straight through hell
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| We need to face our demons
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| We can always try to numb the pain
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| Or getting sick from novocaine
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| I’ve never seen you cry, wind up so tight inside
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| Don’t hold yourself back now
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| I’m trying to let you up
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| I wanna feel the chasing, the crashing, the gasping for air
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| The shaking, the aching, to show that you care
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| The breaking down, the making up
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| Give me a reaction
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| I wanna feel the chasing, the crashing, the gasping for air
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| The shaking, the aching, to show that you care
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| The breaking down, the making up
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| Give me a reaction
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| It’s easy to lose trust and keep it all wrapped up, wrapped up inside
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| So let me show you more don’t keep it all wrapped up, wrapped up inside
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| I wanna feel the chasing, the crashing, the gasping for air
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| The shaking, the aching, to show that you care
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| The breaking down, the making up
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| Give me a reaction
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| I wanna feel the chasing, the crashing, the gasping for air
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| The shaking, the aching, to show that you care
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| The breaking down, the making up
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| Give me a reaction |