Thought I could fake this thing alright
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Thought it could somehow get me by
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Watching the doctors as they slide
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Needles into my eye
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Thought I could finally get around
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Laughable symptoms keep me down
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Faces I see all keep me blind
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And now they뭨e redemption뭩 mine
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Now that I can뭪 exchange actions for words
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Now that I found these inside fears the worst
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Now that I know there뭩 no place left to hide
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Can I become all I thought I might
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As the leaders who follow the path of whoever was standing round them
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Call to say what I뭢 missing and into a detail they always go
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Don뭪 believe them but offer condolences under the circumstances
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All too often I뭢 missing the spirit to fit in so call me out
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Thought I could soundly sleep tonight
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Positive clear and breathing right
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Panic attacks, panic attacks me now
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Seems like a fair redemption
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Panic Attack
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| Finger Eleven |
