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I think the point is that im missing it
I need a place to sit
Invisible peices that dont fit
A sense of panic
Romanticise a world thats dying
At the hands of the people
Who were trying to cope
With the loss of themselves

Holding on
We drink til dawn oh
Woah oh oh
Right at home
We cannot go
How does it feel
To be this lonely
How does it feel
To be this
To be this
To be this lonely

Feelings intesify
Dynamic specify
365 a year forgotten
Plans halted
Addicted to the screen
That tears us at our seams so tragic
Our habits detached from reality

Holding on
We drink til dawn oh
Woah oh oh
Right at home
We cannot go
How does it feel
To be this lonely
How does it feel
To be this
To be this
To be this lonely



Credits
Writer(s): Benjamin Flanagan, Evan Dickson, Jennifer Shevlin-fernandes, Loren Pinkham, Myles Kelley, Reggie Kollman
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