| Cold and terrified
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| Senses fleeting
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| My connection to my body’s leaving
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| It’s just a way to preserve my flesh
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| So I’m holding on
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| I’ll fight to stay with myself
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| And embrace what is happening
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| I’ll stay with my sensations
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| Even though it’s nauseating
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| I’ll experience the misery
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| For a taste of my humanity
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| I vow to stay embodied
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| Though it’s excruciating
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| Overwhelmed
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| It’s too real
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| Make me numb
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| Don’t want to feel
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| I can’t keep on dissociating
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| It’s time to stay here
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| I can’t keep waiting
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| Numb and mortified
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| The voice down deep is
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| Calling me to hear
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| My heart that’s screaming
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| It is a way
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| To understand myself
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| So I’m listening
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| I’ll fight to stay with myself
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| And embrace what is happening
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| I’ll stay with my sensations
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| Even though it’s nauseating
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| I’ll experience the misery
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| For a taste of my humanity
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| I vow to stay embodied
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| Though it’s excruciating
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| I know this hurts right now
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| But I’ll be grateful for this in the end
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| I know this hurts right now
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| But I will take and pleasure once again
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| I stare into the mirror
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| At two conflicting pieces
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| I surrender to the burden
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| The inevitable discomfort
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| I can’t avoid the turmoil
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| Its just part of being human
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| The heaviness surrounds me
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| I’m chained to my affection
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| This is not an act of service
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| This is my oxygen
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| I can’t survive without this
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| I’ve seen where that road ends
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| Either way I will be tortured
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| But this way provides a taste
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| Of the sweet sense of purpose
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| Only few embrace
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| I’ll fight to stay with myself
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| And embrace what is happening
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| I’ll stay with my sensations
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| Though it’s excruciating
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| The sorrow is essential
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| To this sweet and blissful harmony
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| And If I can stay embodied
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| I’ll experience humanity
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| I know this hurts right now
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| But I’ll be grateful for this in the end
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| I know this hurts right now
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| But I will take and pleasure once again |