Come down from the ceiling
Oh, these pills were made for feeling
Oh, so divine
Ive got a lump in my throat
So Ill keep hold of hope
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Ive got a lump in my throat
And it makes it hard to swallow
Thats why well crawl to walk for running
Oh theres not so much more in store
Thats why well never, ever divide
Ive got a lump in my throat
So, Ill keep hold of hope
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Ive got a lump in my throat
And it makes it hard to swallow
Telling me winning is now or never
Seems like nobody really cares
Because theyre just killing my time
Theyre just killing my time
Dont you know theyre just killing my time
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