The brink of disaster is where I find myself
I've lost the number to the hotline so I find myself trying to avoid this hot line
In the meantime I ponder how I climbed up this pole
If I lose my grip and let go then I let go of way too much
So I hold on to this pole
It's the only thing that connects my soul too well, that part I don't quite know
But I do know that there's no letting go
I'll just have to sit up here for a bit and hope
I hope someone will find me
I hope someone will find me
I hope someone will find me
Shoot, does anyone know I'm gone...
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