I’ll stare into the mirror just long enough to feel
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Because I know that you are coming for me and you’re here
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I see my feet are losing grip and contact with the ground
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Oh no. Here we go, yeah.
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It reminds me of a reoccurring nightmare with the theme
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I’m stuck inside the TV like a pixilated dream
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You look at me for answers but my mouth is drying out
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Trade whispers for shouts and let me out
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It’s all slipping away
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Can’t save the truth for another day
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It’s all slipping away
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And I can feel it overtaking me
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Slip away!
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Slipping away!
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I never took the time with you to reflect and refract
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My subject took attention from your predicate in fact
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And looking from the outside in is what we always lacked
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Oh no. Here we go, yeah.
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It’s all slipping away
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Can’t save the truth for another day
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It’s all slipping away
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And I can feel it overtaking me
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Slip away!
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Slipping away!
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What’s done is done and what will be will be
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So take perspective off of me
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Let’s flip the focus and look ahead to see
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A new reality
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It’s all slipping away
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Can’t save the truth for another day
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It’s all slipping away
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And I can feel it overtaking me
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Slip away
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Slipping away
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Slip away
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Slipping away
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Telescopes
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