"Come on, oh my star is fadingAnd I see no chance of release
And I know I'm dead on the surface
But I'm screaming underneath
I'm on my way back down again
Stood on a bridge, tied to the noose
Sick to the stomach
You can say what you mean
but it won't change a thing
I'm sick of the secrets
Stood on the edge
tied to the noose
You came along and you cut me loose
You came along and you cut me loose."
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