.[Verse]
Shut windows, low ceilings itâs all closing in.
No lightness, not a whisper,
Youâre all in your head.
Everybodyâs shouting, trying to pull you out of your own mess.
But all you keep thinking, all you keep saying, âItâs too little, itâs too lateâ.
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