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There's a rhythm in my head There's a reason I don't think straight I get distracted by my own design Afraid of heights wondering if I would die if I fell from this There's an aching in my back There's a reason I don't stand up straight I want to blend in with everyone Looking down at a representation of real life, all the time I never wanted to believe you Dig up the past and be afraid of what you might find And I wanted to leave here I had no choice but to believe you There's an echo in the air Pulling my focus from the moment I'm feeling haunted by my old friends You see my heaven but I feel my hell creeping in I never wanted to believe you Dig up the past and be afraid of what you might find And I wanted to leave here I had no choice but to believe you There's a rhythm in my head There's a reason I don't think straight There's a rhythm in my head There's a reason I don't think straight From Letras Mania