| I made it out of the maze
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| I cleared the smoke and the mirrors away
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| All that remains is the honest truth
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| but it’s the same mistake
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| That I made last week
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| fell back in the trap
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| Every breath I breathe
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| barely makes it past my teeth
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| 'cause these same vises occupy my mind
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| And I opened up the cage to find
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| that the beast locked inside
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| didn’t want to be saved
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| Panic makes all of my decisions for me
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| No rational thought just a quick jerk of the knee
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| I am alive
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| Despite my pain and strife
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| My salvation lies in every note
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| Sent from my heart straight to my throat
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| I bleed for my anger
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| I hold onto my youth
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| till my hands shake from this white knuckle grip
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| But I’ve got a gold medal in failure
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| I climb up to the highest block
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| I felt the cold down my spine from their empty accolades
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| And my passion becomes comatose
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| But like these notes these problem won’t
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| resolve themselves
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| Panic makes all of my decisions for me
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| No rational thought just a quick jerk of the knee
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| I am alive
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| Despite my pain and strife
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| My salvation lies in every note
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| Sent from my heart straight to my throat
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| I bleed for my anger
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| I hold onto my youth
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| till my hands shake from this white knuckle grip
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| And my body is sick from this thinking
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| And my body is sick from the drinking
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| Everybody knows what I’m thinking
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| Everybody but me
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| And my body is sick of this thinking
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| And my body is sick from the drinking
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| Everybody knows what I’m thinking
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| Everybody but me
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| and my mind is weak from this sickness
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| Head to toe engulfed in this weakness
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| At least I know that I still have feeling
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| I am alive
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| Despite my pain and strife
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| My salvation lies in every note
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| Sent from my heart straight to my throat
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| I bleed for my anger
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| I hold onto my youth
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| till my hands shake from this white knuckle grip |