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Most days are real
And it's hard not to feel something
Some days are static
And you can hear nothing and nothing at all
Once in a while
Staring at life, unblinking
I need a line
And I feel like I am sinking
Keep breathing
Keep breathing
Keep breathing
I miss the tourist
That I was before November
That was the purest
Confidence I remember
Keep breathing
Keep breathing
Keep breathing
Take me back
Back inside
Back to the bubble
I'll feel fine
Take me back
Where I can hide
Let me back inside
Keep breathing
Keep breathing
Keep breathing
Keep breathing
Keep breathing
Keep breathing
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