Well, I was slipping through the city
Nothing with me
Spun my head 'round, breathed it in
And it was something like an antidote
The people shining as they're climbing
Silver linings spun my head 'round
Breathed them in
And they were something bright
But I can't get here sometimes
Well, I was slipping at the table
We were stable
Spun your head 'round, breathed it in
And it was something light
But I can't get here sometimes
No, I can't get clear to shine
And it was something like an antidote
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