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Feeling locked up and, |
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I'm seeping in this, |
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Falling over myself. |
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Sheltered memories. |
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I'm trapped inside my mind. |
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My mode has decayed. |
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Sometimes |
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I feel like |
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I'm holding onto something, |
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Will I feel free again? |
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So ask me where will |
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I be,It seems |
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I'll never know. |
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You'll never find me again. |
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My decency is bleeding red, |
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I can't see. |
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Everything's gray in my head. |
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It's over. |
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Thoughts we defined. |
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The problems remain the same, |
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There's no end. |
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Feeling locked up and, |
|
I'm seeping in this, |
|
Falling over myself. |
|
Sheltered memories. |
|
I'm trapped inside my mind. |
|
My mode has decayed. |
|
Sometimes |
|
I feel like |
|
I'm holding onto something, |
|
Will I feel free again? |
|
So ask me where will |
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I be,It seems |
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I'll never know. |
|
You'll never find me again. |
|
My decency is bleeding red, |
|
I can't see. |
|
Everything's gray in my head. |
|
It's over. |
|
Thoughts we defined. |
|
The problems remain the same, |
|
There's no end. |
|
My decency is bleeding red, |
|
I can't see. |
|
Everything's gray in my head. |
|
It's over. |
|
Thoughts we defined. |
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The problems remain the same, |
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There's no end. |
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And I say, |
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There's no end |
