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Close down the blinds |
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And shut off the quiet world on the outside. |
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Plaster on a fake smile, |
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So they won't see the bruises you hide. |
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She's the only one with a say. |
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Her face is blank like a chalkboard, |
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And we'll erase it like everyday, |
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A parachute with no ripcord. |
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Falling down, falling down |
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Into a world that we both don't know. |
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Falling down, falling down |
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Into a world that we both don't know. |
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Don't open the blinds. |
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That tired old vaudeville act keeps going on outside. |
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We won't see the signs. |
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Life would be better if you would just die. |
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It only hurts for the first time, |
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And then you're numb to the pain. |
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Indecision is just too close |
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When your reflection just isn't the same. |
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Falling down, falling down |
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Into a world that we both don't know. |
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Falling down, falling down |
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Into a world that we both don't know. |
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Can you still be strong and will you sacrifice? |
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Now there's no ground to stand on |
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And there's no room to breathe. |
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Now there's no ground to stand on |
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And there's no room to breathe. |
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Now there's no ground to stand on |
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And there's no room to breathe. |
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Now there's no ground to stand on |