Fed up, knocked down.
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Withdrawn from everything that once was comfortable.
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So much for routine.
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You're weighted down, sinking.
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Swimming against the stream that once carried you
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home, took you to the place where you belonged.
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I thought I heard you crying out.
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I thought I heard you say goodbye.
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It doesn't matter where you are,
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your shadow is close behind.
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You know your reflection doesn't lie.
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You see a tired face through sullen, sunken eyes.
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A portrait of regret.
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It won't let you forget.
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Still tangled in the net you thought you'd left behind,
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just to find you can't run from yourself.
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I thought I heard you crying out.
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I thought I heard you say goodbye.
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It doesn't matter where you are,
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your shadow is close behind.
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You're wearing down, but still the same.
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Dawn to dusk..
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Day to day.
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You stagger on, shrouded in shame,
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still haunted by shadows.
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They're calling your name.
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I thought I felt you reaching out.
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Gasping just to stay alive.
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Your shadow just gets longer as the sun falls from the sky.
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Dawn To Dusk
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