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Staring at the wall, searching
Trying not to fall
I blankly run ahead, dreaming
Stumbling to bed
Whisper through the phone, hearing
Some day we'll be home
Things I need to do, working
I'd rather work with you
No breath to run out of
No season will be too bold
I'm drowning in nothing
Give reason and I'll be sold
Feeling in the dark, seeing
Where I've been before
Looking at the past, knowing
I never needed more
No breath to run out of
No season will be too bold
I'm drowning in nothing
Give reason and I'll be sold
No breath to run out of
No season will be too bold
I'm drowning in nothing
Give reason and I'll be sold