| I find myself sitting underneath a filled up tub
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| Waiting for someone, waiting for some love
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| Feel the weight of the water rushing through my blood
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| Hit the rock at the bottom, yeah you could hear the thud
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| You could never believe though how strong I can be
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| As the world kept spinning through the water above me
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| My lungs quit working, but my gills kept growing
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| I guess there’s no stopping, I’ma find a way to breathe
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| Sometimes the world becomes just too bright to be
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| But then I find that I don’t need my own blue eyes to see
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| Like when there’s a war, there’s a fight
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| When there’s a kid, there’s a might
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| When there’s a wrong, there’s a right
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| And when there’s a bark, there’s a bite
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| It’s like a model, a system of certain uncertainty
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| You think you’d know what you know
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| Then what you know is not meant to be
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| Like am I here, or am I there? |
| is it life, or is it fair?
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| Do we die or are we spared? |
| Are we torn, or do we tear?
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| Do we leave to a place
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| Where there’s gold and where there’s grace?
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| Is it past all the skies? |
| Is it past all the space?
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| Does it look all the same? |
| Is it a copy, then a paste?
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| When we know what we face, is it a walk or a race?
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| I catch myself staring right into my head
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| Wanting all the answers, I’ll break before I’ll bend
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| I’ll give it one more try, a last question that I’ll send
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| Is this the start of living, or is this the end?
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| I feel the salt in my wounds but it doesn’t break me down
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| Looks like this world has become an enormous lost and found
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| I’ll never give up my right, I deserve to dictate how I sound
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| Cause this is my freedom, my town, my kingdom, my crown
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| So at the bottom of the tub, still laying down like in my bed
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| The water like a casket, still covering up my head
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| I figure out the answer to the thoughts my mind has said
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| You don’t have to find out that you’re dying
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| To realize that you’re not dead |