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Come down from the ceiling Oh, these pills were made for feeling Oh, so divine I've got a lump in my throat So I'll keep hold of hope Oh yeah, Oh yeah I've got a lump in my throat And it makes it hard to swallow That's why we'll crawl to walk for running Oh there's not so much more in store That's why we'll never, ever divide I've got a lump in my throat So, I'll keep hold of hope Oh yeah, Oh yeah I've 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 they're just killing my time They're just killing my time Don't you know they're just killing my time From Letras Mania