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Oh when we realize, we have only to dive, then we're out of here (oh, oh, oh) We're just skating on the surface (oh, oh, oh) We have only to click our fingers, and we'll disappear (oh, oh, oh) We're just skating on the surface (oh, oh, oh)
Dull eyes, trying to pull you through the ice (oh, oh, oh) Being drawn to the ledge (oh, oh, oh) When we realize that we are broken, nothing mends (oh, oh, oh) We can drop under the surface, ooh
When we realize we are merely held in suspension (oh, oh, oh) Till someone comes along and shakes us (oh, oh, oh) As the pattern lines cross our fingers like a web (oh, oh, oh) Do we die upon the surface? (oh, oh, oh)
Dull eyes, trying to pull you through the ice Being drawn to a ledge (oh, oh, oh) When we realize that we are broken, nothing mends We can drop under the surface, ooh
"They break our legs and tell us to be grateful when they offer us crutches."
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