Dead Weight Songtext

Dragging this ball and chain, mirrors and razor blades. When all of this dust clears, can you recognize your face? Pulling all your dead weight, not willing to cut away. I'm losing my grip. You've got to help yourself and quick. I'm losing my grasp. You've got to help yourself and fast.
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