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"Do not jump sir, whatever you do, please do not jump! Yeah hi look
There's a guy and he's on a building and he looks like he's gonna
Jump. Yeah, I am on the... I am on the... Do you know who we are?"
"Jump!"
"Why the hell are you telling him to jump?"
"Jump!"
"Don't jump!"
I don't get this, fuck sickness, or living with this
Never get to forget this, not even on Christmas
No way to dismiss this, what the fuck is this?
They tell me it's all in my head, why can't I get a witness?
Fuck it, I was never meant to be, and I'm my own hater
Up the elevator, on the rooftop, seconds later
Looking over the ledge, about to plunge
Take a deep breath in my lungs, hear the street come
This is it, my last step, my last walk
My last attempt to reach out and touch someone to call
My phone's been cut off, and bills is piling up so high
I'm on this ledge and fully prepared to dive
Police lights littering streets beneath my feet
Fifty stories below, I can hear 'em holler "Freeze!"
It's all okay, just give it another day
They turn to screams as I step off and drift away
I'm falling, drop to the bottom fast
Death on impact, about to crash
I float up and around, now I'm somehow flying
I've been given another chance to live, fuck dying
I'm falling, drop to the bottom fast
Death on impact, about to crash
I float up and around, now I'm somehow flying
I've been given another chance to live, fuck dying
You think I'm doing this shit for fun?
The second time in a week, but the first was just a practice run
Don't need a gun to end all of my suffering
All I need to do is jump, get these evil voices out of me
You don't know what it's like when every night
You hear whispers convincing you to end it all by daylight
I'm about to take flight, shut 'em all up
Just thought I'd let you know the real reason that Paul jumped
I'm looking over this ledge at these matchbox cars
Fifty-something levels up, make you hit that concrete hard
Why my meds don't work no more? Why my doc quit on me?
I rung his neck, his eyes popped, he don't wanna see me, obviously
Now I'm waiting for my bones to rot and this concrete to crumble
A gang of motherfuckers saying "don't do it, you won't see no trouble"
Next thing I know, I heard mad screams, holy fuck
The ground's coming my way mighty fast, guess I just jumped
I'm falling, drop to the bottom fast
Death on impact, about to crash
I float up and around, now I'm somehow flying
I've been given another chance to live, fuck dying
I'm falling, drop to the bottom fast
Death on impact, about to crash
I float up and around, now I'm somehow flying
I've been given another chance to live, fuck dying
I'm falling, death on impact about to crash
Fuck-fuck dying, fuck dying
Fuck-fuck dying, fuck dying
I'm falling, death on impact about to crash
Fuck-fuck dying, fuck dying
Fuck-fuck dying, fuck dying
My fingers scratch into the building as I pull up and climb
Feeling more like I'm a spider inside of my mind
Pass the windows up with every story up I go
Take a look inside, people sitting in cubicles
While I'm out here losing it, scaling the bricks
The higher up I crawl, the more that I'm feeling sick
Once I get to the top, I can let it all go
As I fall through the air to the sidewalk below
I'm falling, drop to the bottom fast
Death on impact, about to crash
I float up and around, now I'm somehow flying
I've been given another chance to live, fuck dying
I'm falling, drop to the bottom fast
Death on impact, about to crash
I float up and around, now I'm somehow flying
I've been given another chance to live, fuck dying
Fuck-fuck dying, fuck dying
Fuck-fuck dying, fuck dying
I float up and around, now I'm somehow flying
I've been given another chance to live, fuck dying
Fuck-fuck dying, fuck dying
Fuck-fuck dying, fuck dying
I float up and around, now I'm somehow flying
I've been given another chance to live, fuck dying
Fuck-fuck dying, fuck dying
Fuck-fuck dying, fuck dying
I float up and around, now I'm somehow flying
I've been given another chance to live, fuck dying
Fuck-fuck dying, fuck dying
Fuck-fuck dying, fuck dying
I float up and around, now I'm somehow flying
I've been given another chance to live, fuck dying



Авторы: Joseph Bruce, Joseph W. Utsler, Paul Methric, Jamie Spaniolo, Christopher C. Rouleau Copyright: Momad Music Publishing Ltd.



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