All my life
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What I mistook for friendly pats on the back
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Were really the hands that pushed me further and further down
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The more I struggle, the less I achieve
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Deep, chlorine breath
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Minutes bleed into hours, bleed into days
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Something keeps me in this disinfected womb
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We see things differently in daylight, I suppose
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I mean, everything is an excuse for something
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But my conscience is intact
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I can deny everything
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I'm waving into blind eyes
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Witness To A Murder (Part Two)
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| Mansun |
