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I will remember when i go to sleep
 I sense the ceiling coming low
 And if you think about it for a day
 We could stumble on our swag
 And the dust that you throw on my tongue
 It's turning slow it's turning to what
 What it meant to be, what it meant to be
 Come on you won't be late, all right?
 I could drink my way out of here
 It should be like a social logout
 I will delegate my consciousness
 To the law enforcement
 And the dust that you throw on my tongue
 It's turning slow it's turning to what
 What it meant to be, what it meant to be
 And the pit you dug me. now it's yours
 And the dust that you throw on my tongue
 It's turning slow it's turning to what
 What it meant to be, what it meant to be
 And the pit you dug me. now it's yours