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Prop me up and keep just one hand talking
While the other slips underneath steals inches from me
All the lights seem to dim on command
Lifting oxygen from eyelids calm yourself
Deep breaths quarter rest fill the lungs up in your chest
Careful not to strain the sound waves you'll save
Just might be that of your own voice breaking
Sounding out the words, slipping over teeth and out through tongue
Slip down, white knuckle the chair bring your eyes back to earth
Or whichever one comes first don't leave yourself hanging back
Right now feels as if it never happened
Why is my face all red? Why are my clothes all wet?
All the attractions all the retraction and I still feel dumb
Blink me in or blink me out you got such a great disguise
You hide yourself on the inside clinging to the side of my mind
Where they'll never look to find you
On never look to see just what's inside of me
Slip down, white knuckle the chair bring your eyes back to earth
Or whichever one comes first don't leave yourself hanging back
Right now feels as if it never happened
Why is my face all red? Why are my clothes all wet?
All the attractions all the retraction yes I still feel dumb
Running out east of here quoting none but fools
Blowing out all my breath seeping in from somewhere
East of here east of everywhere the silence is unbearable
We hold our breath and sink our ships
HATA BİLDİR
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