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Still I’ve hit the ceiling But the fan hasn’t cut me There is no point in running When you only feel exposed Still I’m in the sunlight So how the hell can I hide? I can feel the end coming We are closer to being closed
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Jul 27, 2020
Jul 27, 2020 at 7:52 AM UTC
Closer
Still I’ve hit the ceiling But the fan hasn’t cut me There is no point in running When you only feel exposed Still I’m in the sunlight So how the hell can I hide? I can feel the end coming We are closer to being closed
This would make a great chorus/hook. I know it doesn’t translate without the melody. Morbid first two lines, huh?
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Jul 27, 2020
Jul 27, 2020 at 7:52 AM UTC
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