weak from lack of oxygen,
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strangled by the thought.
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promise youll remember when im gone,
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sleep is mostly optional.
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trace lines around my heart,
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steal the only breath from my lungs.
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and if i had your faith,
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id be fearless.
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but until that day,
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im envious.
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miles and miles that distance us,
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like meters on a map.
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trace lines that only translate to a day.
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but if your awake,
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tell me its safe.
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if you ask me to stay,
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then ill stay.
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dont leave me here,
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when im bleedin,
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when im fadin,
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when im true,
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and its tempting.
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would you stop everything,
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when im pourin out to you?
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so take everything,
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take it all from me.
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all i want,
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all i want is you.
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Strangled By The Thought
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| The New Amsterdams |
