Not running but I'm running away from you
Not talking but
Got a drawer full of alarm clocks
And the case is
Did you lose ground?
Was the wind whipping you all around?
Lost
I live in the mess you are
I live in the
Hold on, hold on
You're living in secret doubt
All shadows and
Tax collector's coming for your body
Tax collector's coming for your
See how the chips fall where they may
How my lips
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