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Whatever makes you tired, the resting always fails
Because anywhere you lay yourself's a bed of nails
Whenever you exhale, I breathe it in the air
You offer me a seat in your electric chair

Are you safe to leave behind every anchor in your mind?
You know better than I do, so clue me in

And every day you ask yourself, "Why was I born?"
Because every migraine feels like wearing a crown of thorns
And all the time I find you crawling on all fours
Because any movement sends you falling through trap doors

Are you safe to leave behind every anchor in your mind?
You know better than I do, so clue me in

Your tongue in cheek
Too late it's already days and weeks before we can make ends meet
Am I right? And you're wrong?
Too late it already takes too long, too much to be flushed with you
Oh, too much to be flushed with you

Whatever makes you tired, the resting always fails
Because anywhere you lay yourself's a bed of nails

Are you safe to leave behind every anchor in your mind?
You know better than I do, so clue me in

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Whatever makes you tired, the resting always fails 
Because anywhere you lay yourself's a bed of nails 
Whenever you exhale, I breathe it in the air 
You offer me a seat in your electric chair 
 
Are you safe to leave behind every anchor in your mind? 
You know better than I do, so clue me in 
 
And every day you ask yourself, "Why was I born?" 
Because every migraine feels like wearing a crown of thorns 
And all the time I find you crawling on all fours 
Because any movement sends you falling through trap doors 
 
Are you safe to leave behind every anchor in your mind? 
You know better than I do, so clue me in 
 
Your tongue in cheek 
Too late it's already days and weeks before we can make ends meet 
Am I right? And you're wrong? 
Too late it already takes too long, too much to be flushed with you 
Oh, too much to be flushed with you 
 
Whatever makes you tired, the resting always fails 
Because anywhere you lay yourself's a bed of nails 
 
Are you safe to leave behind every anchor in your mind? 
You know better than I do, so clue me in

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