slow sinking feeling kills the mood you're conveying
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and it pulls me far down below
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it might be best if you go
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can it not wait and hope for the best
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will it not stop a while to rest
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i need to get up never mind cause i've done enough
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the world waits around
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but i keep slipping and losing ground
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do i not try so hard so good
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i can't keep changing just because you think i should
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said all i need to and you don't understand still
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wish you saw picture my mind's eyes are deep
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and they're cynical
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one taken four more kills the pain healing that sore
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i've taken what's left i took it all
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and now you won't let me forget
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the world waits around
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but i keep slipping and losing ground
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do i not try so hard so good
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i can't keep changing just because you think i should
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stop you're talking down
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i lack the strength to sit or stand
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i lost my self confidence in the quicksand
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not now or ever
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sink slowly my treasure
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Quicksand
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| Finger Eleven |
