| I’m counting down until the day that I can close my eyes
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| Sick of the lows that come with the highs
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| I’m counting down until the day that I can reach past the light
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| To find there is no other side
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| Searching for hope becomes a disease
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| Too sick to live, too sick to bleed
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| You make things hard on yourself
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| When you start bleeding out for someone else
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| These are the numbered days
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| We can’t erase
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| Don’t spend a lifetime making the same mistakes
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| Over and over again
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| We cave in, without thinking
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| We throw ourselves to the wind
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| Over and over again
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| We cave in, without thinking
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| We throw ourselves to the wind
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| I’m counting down until the day
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| That the sun swallows the world whole and all of Hell follows
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| I’m counting down until the day there’s nothing left inside me
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| And all my bones are hollowed out
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| Searching for hope becomes a disease
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| Too sick to live, too sick to fucking bleed
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| Too sick to fucking bleed, go
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| Too sick to bleed
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| (To sick to bleed)
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| You make things hard on yourself
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| When you start bleeding out for someone else
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| These are the numbered days
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| We can’t erase
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| Don’t spend a lifetime making the same mistakes
|
| Over and over again
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| We cave in, without thinking
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| We throw ourselves to the wind
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| Over and over again
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| We cave in, without thinking
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| We throw ourselves to the wind
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| We throw ourselves to the wind
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| I’m so sick of all the lows that come with the highs
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| I’m so sick of all the lows that come with the highs |