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Chasing echoes through the corner of my mind Hollow eyes are stepping out into the night Now the void is opened calling me inside It's hard to hide I'm hanging by a thread I'm waiting for your call My hands are turning red I'm hanging by a thread I thought I had it all My parachute's in shreds All the miles I ride, body turning thin A crumpled piece of paper trying to open I'm climbing up the rabbit hole, I feel the spin And taste the wind I'm hanging by a thread I'm waiting for your call My hands are turning red I'm hanging by a thread I thought I had it all My parachute's in shreds I'm hanging by a thread I'm waiting for your call My hands are turning red I'm hanging by a thread I thought I had it all My parachute's in shreds