A coma might feel better than this,
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attempting to discover where to begin.
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You're weighed down, you're full of something.
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Of sickness, and desertion.
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You're weighed down, you're full of something,
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you're underneath it all.
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So say goodbye to love,
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and hold your head up high.
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There's no need to rush
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we're all just waiting, waiting to die.
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Hoping a better place is all I need,
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with moments of innocence and mystery.
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Oh, it's the little things you miss.
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Like waking up all alone.
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Oh, it's the little things you miss,
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when you're underneath it all.
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So say goodbye to love,
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and hold your head up high.
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There's no need to rush
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we're all just waiting, waiting to die.
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All your friends seem like enemies
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when you're broken down and empty.
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All your friends seem like enemies
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when you're broken down and empty.
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So say goodbye to love,
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and hold your head up high.
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There's no need to rush
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we're all just waiting, waiting to die.
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Waiting...
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City And Colour |