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Saved on the way down

It's a hit and run
when you're gunning for the door
there's nothing stopping you from death
and you're hoping that there's something more

Saved on the way down
The hand comes rushing in
Asking help from somewhere else
A light sweeps down and rushes you off

Trapped inside a space
gearing up for the next hit
looking for what your eyes can't see
you're hoping that you're gonna make it

Saved on the way down
The hand comes rushing in
Asking help from somewhere else
A light sweeps down and rushes you off

Staring at the wall
as you pace along the floor
breaking off connected pieces
cause you just can't take it anymore

Saved on the way down
The hand comes rushing in
Asking help from somewhere else
A light sweeps down and rushes you off

It's a faulty game
when you're playing with the worst
a hand breaks in to wreck the streak
you can't find out how to quenche that thirst

Saved on the way down
The hand comes rushing in
Asking help from somewhere else
A light sweeps down and rushes you off