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I'm feeling like a bad movie nothing adds up to me the theatre is empty I wanna leave but they won't let me I offer you my hand â take it if you don't, I won't make it the ground under me's slipping I feel your fingers, but my hand's not gripping black hole, black hole black as they come don't fuck with me, I'm in a black hole black hole, black hole you better run no where to run to in a black hole I'm holding out my hand â take it if you don't, I won't make it the ground under me's shaking I feel you tremble, but I think you're faking ... feel you're faking ahh, ahh get me out of this black hole yea, yea, get me out of this... I'm in often yes, I'm in often I often get sent home From Letras Mania