الكلمات الأصلية
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Through the coil I catch the bus
Struggle to keep standing up
This is what takes me far away from then
And I don't know anything
About time and the state of mind
Whatever works to get me out of here will do
Sleeping's a waste and
Breathing is fake
It's all just what I think
That keeps the world
Broken like this
Make some sound with me pleaseI miss your face if I can't see
Through this precious sorrow that I bought
And I know I'm paying again
This is the pattern that I spin
I don't like webs that tangle, wrap so tight
