It\'s been a half a year now
And yet I still have water in my lungs
You seemed to have gotten all dry
Yet you claimed you felt the bitter sea
Maybe I already had too many holes to start
Never should\'ve left shore in the first place
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Trapped like a flower in an open cell
For some odd reason, I can\'t move my fingers
Almost gripped the door
But I guess she just wasn\'t the one for me
Stamp a serial number and line up the next
Is this what they call the sweet chemical?
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If I had to be honest
I associated your face with the sun
And on the coldest days, when it\'s the sun I wish
I can still see your shadow in the sky
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