| There’s a nagging thought trying to, hm
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| To sink its teeth into my skin
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| But there’s feats that I’ll live by
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| It makes me want to survive, and
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| It feels like euphoria
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| Comin' out of the dark like an island
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| And it feels like euphoria
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| There’s a madness somewhere inside this
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| Pullin' me, pullin' me, pullin' me
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| From the cold and back to the heat
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| Make me doubt myself the way I used to do
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| And all the flaws that I try not to cling to
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| But we smoke it down with every right
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| We feelin' it thin not to feel yourself
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| And it feels like euphoria
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| Comin' out of the dark like an island
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| And it feels like euphoria
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| There’s a madness somewhere inside this
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| Pullin' me, pullin' me, pullin' me
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| From the cold and back to the heat
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| With gritted teeth
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| And getting in the wounds, I
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| Get it good and let the flame go
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| And I see much more than I used to
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| But I don’t want to hold on and fly by
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| I fight it like a lamb to the slaughter
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| Never mind, letting go, letting go
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| And I see much more than I used to
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| But I don’t want to hold all the hard ways back
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| To hold all the hard ways back
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| It feels like euphoria
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| Comin' out of the dark like an island
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| And it feels like euphoria
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| There’s a madness somewhere inside this
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| Pullin' me, pullin' me, pullin' me
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| From the cold and back to the heat
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| Pullin' me, pullin' me, pullin' me
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| From the cold and back to the heat |