| Swallowing the feeling
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| Counting cracks across the ceiling
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| Never reached the depths of them before
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| Finding flaws in every format
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| I know but haven’t shown that
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| I could pick myself up off the floor
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| I’ll fill my glass to take the edge off
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| The choice is mine
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| From the outside, I seem fine
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| On the inside, I’m still sick
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| The pill’s a temporary fix
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| From the outside, I seem fine
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| Redefine rock bottom
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| With these empty orange bottles
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| Never felt so paralyzed before (never felt this paralyzed)
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| We’re all looking for some answers
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| With the hangman’s broken lantern
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| Growing ever closer to the floor
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| I’ll fill my glass to take the edge off
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| The choice is mine
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| From the outside, I seem fine
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| On the inside, I’m still sick
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| The pill’s a temporary fix
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| From the outside, I seem fine
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| (Why do I, why do I) feel so damn cold?
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| (Why am I, why am I) still so low?
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| (Why should I, why should I) get up or get out?
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| Why should I? | 
| (Why?)
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| From the outside, I seem fine
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| On the inside, I’m still sick
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| The pill’s a temporary fix
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| From the outside, I seem fine
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| I seem fine
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| On the inside, I’m still sick
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| The pill’s a temporary fix
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| From the outside |