| Feeling numb
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| Eyelids so tender
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| Spiraling down since November
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| I’m feeling breathless
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| What does it mean to be strong?
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| I’m not a warrior
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| Leavin' it up to a higher
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| Leavin' it up to a higher force
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| Every time you come around, you just bring me down, down, down
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| I hear nothing but that awful sound
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| Pick myself off the ground
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| Once a lover in disguise, want to look behind your eyes
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| In hindsight, in hindsight
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| Sinking low, craving a lover
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| Could be you or another
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| I’m feeling restless
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| Don’t know what to do
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| I’m feeling so small
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| Why does it have to be like this?
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| Every time you come around, you just bring me down, down, down
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| I hear nothing but that awful sound
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| Pick myself off the ground
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| Once a lover in disguise, want to look behind your eyes, in hindsight,
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| in hindsight
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| Isn’t it obvious by now I’m wasting away?
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| The minutes to hours I’m aching
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| You and I, baby, were trouble I’m saying, loving you is not a game that I’m
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| playin'
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| Isn’t it obvious by now I’m wasting away?
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| The minutes to hours I’m aching
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| You and I, baby, were trouble I’m saying, loving you is not a game that I’m
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| playin' with you
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| Every time you come around, you just bring me down, down, down
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| I hear nothing but that awful sound
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| Pick myself off the ground
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| Once a lover in disguise, want to look behind your eyes
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| In hindsight, in hindsight
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| Loving you is not a game that I’m playing' |