it cuts like a knife
man räcker inte till ibland. och det gör ont när det sjunker in.
..and now i must confess that i am a sinking ship
i'm anchored by the weight of my heart cause
its filled with these feelings
i keep my true thought locked beside my hearts black box
it wont be found, it wont be found, through the smoke or the wreckage
so I crash and burn
i do got a lot of things to learn
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