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These bare walls hold a familiar theme |
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In this my home and happy hell |
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The pain I've seen within this empty dream |
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Locked and barred inside myself |
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Caged and leashed and smothered in fear |
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So round and round the chamber spins |
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You can sink or swim in a sea of tears |
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But the walls keep closing in |
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In the aftertaste |
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In the aftertaste |
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In the aftertaste |
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No where to run and no where to hide |
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Disobey and it's the back of the fist |
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Raped and tortured from the inside |
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With my dignity lost in every hit |
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I just had to be something, |
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I had to be someone |
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But I'm overcome by my own self-doubt |
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Now where's my freedom, where's my life? |
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Where's my |
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God, where's my way out? |
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In the aftertaste |
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In the aftertaste |
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In the aftertaste, yeah |
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It's so dark inside, |
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I can't breath inside |
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I can't move inside now fade away |