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I get up and go to work, and do the same thing everyday
I come home, and I drink the hours away,
What the hell is wrong with me?
Whats the point of living, when livings not enough,
Whats the point of loving, when there's no one left to love
Let go of your, personal
Feelings through and through,
When in doubt, always reach out
Let me get a hold of you
Let me get a hold of you!
Whoa, Whoa, Whoa
My wick is burning down, and I'm ready to explode,
So lend me your faith, transpose this overload
Let go of your, personal
Feelings through and through,
When in doubt, always reach out
Let me get a hold of you
Let me get a hold of you!
Whoa, Whoa, Whoa
The world is a revolving door, and I am stuck
If not for your lack of sight, I'd be left without love
Let go of your, personal
Feelings through and through,
When in doubt, always reach out
Let me get a hold of you
Let me get a hold of you!
Whoa, Whoa, Whoa
Whoa, Whoa, Whoa
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