Cave In
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Anchor
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Whatever makes you tired, the resting always fails
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Because anywhere you lay yourself's a bed of nails
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Whenever you exhale, I breathe it in the air
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You offer me a seat in your electric chair
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Are you safe to leave behind every anchor in your mind?
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You know better than I do, so clue me in
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And every day you ask yourself, "Why was I born?"
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Because every migraine feels like wearing a crown of thorns
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And all the time I find you crawling on all fours
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Because any movement sends you falling through trap doors
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Are you safe to leave behind every anchor in your mind?
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You know better than I do, so clue me in
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Your tongue in cheek
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Too late it's already days and weeks before we can make ends meet
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Am I right? And you're wrong?
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Too late it already takes too long, too much to be flushed with you
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Oh, too much to be flushed with you
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Whatever makes you tired, the resting always fails
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Because anywhere you lay yourself's a bed of nails
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Are you safe to leave behind every anchor in your mind?
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You know better than I do, so clue me in
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Anchor
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Cave-In |