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20Belows The

I walk alone on quiet city streets I like 'em better when the city sleeps When there's no one there to bother me I walk through emptiness on the dragging

Hopes were high when I stepped in the ring what goes up must come back down again 4 long months with a steady descent won't ever happen again Knocked

Drunk in the back when the panic attacks I am borderline irate blatantly clear when pressure appears it's way too fucking late is it merely a sign I'

I said the last round at 2 am honestly I should be heading home again but when your eyes ht, they hit me hard figured that I might as well just stay

Suddenly I see what someone said existed right in front of me, don't know how I could have missed it guess it took a kick while down to come around with

A sight to behold as I stood in the cold I was watching your back as you left After a nice superficial goodbye it's a fact that I've come to accept

Tired and burned out, broken in half we keep pretending, having a laugh unity dissolved, beautifully staged we keep pretending, everything's great This

from below. Try an' escape to the sky but I got my vertigo blues, running out of time and luck, wearing dead mens shoes. They're twenty floor below, twenty floor below

enough I won't listen to him anymore If he wants someone else why won't he tell me so? Cos I'm left out in the cold And the temperature is twenty below Twenty below