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Let me slip away. I'm barely holding on.
Every now and then I feel the end of us.
I laugh away. You breathe inside my head.
But something's gotta' change.
Let me slip away. I'm barely holding on.
Every now and then I feel the end of us.
I laugh away. You breathe inside my head.
But something's gotta' change.
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