He spends his days worrying how
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and when he is gonna die
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that is irony in fine
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he loves life so much, that¡¯s why
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even if he knows that it is true
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he can¡¯t help it in the end
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it is those ten seconds
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those ten seconds in your head
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when you don¡¯t wonder if you¡¯re alright
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you¡¯re just hanging around with yourself ? with yourself
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now the weight comes crashing in
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I¡¯m trapped in my own skin
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silence ? where did you go?
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you left without letting me know
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I don¡¯t want to hear this music
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I am a carcass I cannot use it
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it is those ten seconds
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those ten seconds in your head
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when you don¡¯t wonder if you¡¯re alright
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you¡¯re just hanging around with yourself ? with yourself
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Ten Seconds
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| Ane Brun |
