I think I'm trying to release something,
bear with me.
Tell me this, do you think you see me?
Feel like maybe I've been
a little dead these past few months.
Where's my pulse been
when you blow right passed me?
Such a lovely serenade
but you act like cyanide.
KEY CHANGE
such a surprise...
You're holding me by a string,
yeah, what a surprise.
I've been holding on to something,
eyes on the prize.
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