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Got the feeling Iʼve been bitten
By the frozen razorʼs edge
And I swear to God I never felt so cold
And they say youʼll be forgiven
If youʼre willing to forget
But I donʼt believe a thing that Iʼve been told

And I hate my brain
Cause itʼs making every joy and pain
Feel much realer than the things I felt before
And I hate my heart
Cause itʼs always getting torn apart
Iʼm preoccupied with ways to make it whole

So help me make it whole
Whoa. Whoa
I gotta make it home
Whoa. Whoa
Cause there was only three days left
Two complete
One more night with no more sleep
And I gotta find a way to make it home

Iʼve been living in the winter
And the seasons never change
Tryna find myself beneath the falling snow
Iʼve been branded as a sinner
For behaving like a saint
And it hurts me more than you may ever know

And I hate my mind
Cause itʼs always working overtime
Even though I try my best to take it slow
And I hate my heart
Cause it's always getting torn apart
Iʼm preoccupied with ways to make it whole

So help me make it whole
Whoa. Whoa
I gotta make it home
Whoa. Whoa
Cause there was only three days left
Two complete
One more night with no more sleep
And I gotta find a way to make it home

So help me make it whole
Make it whole
Make it whole
I gotta make it home
Make it home
Make it home

Cause there was only three days left
Two complete
One more night with no more sleep
And I gotta find a way to make it home

I gotta make it home
I gotta make it home
I gotta make it home
I gotta make it home

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