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Hands were shaking, I was scared to death
Skin was clammy, I was short of breath
Shirt smelled like all my regrets
Shouldn't have had that seventh cigarette
It's a job seven days a week
To make things harder than they have to be
Making drama, my new nicotine
Sick and tired of this old routine
It's enough, the joke, that I don't get
I'm a deep-sea diver, holding my breath
But it's plain, to see if you, know me
I'm a deep sea-diver and I'm in, too deep
Met a kid down in Bowling Green
Of course, he tried to sell me ketamine
Didn't tell him it was not my scene
And promised him I'd try it next week
Why are we scared to say what's on our minds?
Through a rejection and some selfish pride
Make things harder than they have to be
Easier said than done for me
It's enough, the joke, that I, don't get
I'm a deep sea-diver, holding my breath
But it's plain to see if you know me
I'm a deep sea-diver and I'm in too deep
It's enough, the joke, that I, don't get
I'm a deep sea-diver, don't know how to swim
But it's plain to see if you know me
I'm a deep sea-diver and I'm in, too deep
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