" Cause you can't jump the track
We're like cars on a cable
and life's like an hourglass glued to the table,
No one can find the rewind button
So cradle your head in your hands.
And breathe, just breathe,
Breathe just breathe
I feel like I'm naked in front of the crowd
Cause these words are my diary screamin' out aloud
And I know that you'll use them however you want to. "
Anna Nalick
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