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In Regards to Myself - Underoath
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In Regards to Myself Underoath

In Regards to Myself - Underoath
Wake up! Wake up! My God!
This is not a test!
And it's not too late to come clean
To get it off your chest
So, steady your hand before your face
And concentrate
There's gotta be some stable ground
Left to walk on

So, tear another page from the book
Are you asleep or just alone?
Clear this room from your lungs

Pull yourself together
Pull yourself together, man
Pull yourself together
Pull yourself together

On your back
You're sleeping in a bed of shame
Let the light
Breathe some new life
Into this room, it's what keeps you coming back
Made up of insatiable taste
Bury your
Head in your hands
Then sink into yourself
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