And I still feel you looking over my shoulderYour sinking guilt and approaching nightmareAnd I know none of us will surviveBecause I know everything alrightAnd my dear I need you to move a little fasterThis second counts as the rest of your lifeYour final word and an itchy fingerAnd then it's taken awayAnd we'll be beaten down without mercy or meaningI turn my face to a careless skylineI'm searching hard for a sign from heavenBut they've forgotten me here.
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