Just in case, I will leave my things packed
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So I can run away
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I cannot trust these voices I don't have a line of prospects that can give some kind of peace
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There is nothing left to cling to that can bring me sweet release
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I have no fear of drowning
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It's the breathing that's taking all this work
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Do you know what I mean when I say, "I don't want to be alone"?
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What I mean when I say, "I don't want to be alone"
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Empty spaces with shadows hit by streetlights
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Warnings signs and weight of tired conversations
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In the absence of a shoulder, in the abscess of a thief
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On the brink of this destruction, on the eve of bittersweet
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Now all the demons look like prophets and I'm living out
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Every word they speak, every word they speak
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Do you know what I mean when I say, "I don't want to be alone"?
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What I mean when I say, "I don't want to be alone"
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What I mean when I say, "I don't want to be alone"
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Do you know what I mean when I say, "I don't want to be alone"?
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What I mean when I say, "I don't want to be alone"
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What I mean when I say, "I don't want to be alone"
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Alone, alone, I don't want to be alone
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I have no fear of drowning
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It's the breathing that's taking all this work
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Work
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