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Everywhere I go people seem to look right through me |
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What do they know? |
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Their pastel eyes keep crashing on the walls |
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If you could lower your voice |
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I'd like to tell you that you're on to something |
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I open my mouth |
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My dying words keep dripping to the ground |
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In another world we live |
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Nothing here to give |
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Surreal |
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And the park lights lead the way |
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Nothing here it's where they'll look for me |
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A whisper in my ear |
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I turn around there's nothing there |
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A distant sound of footsteps in the air |
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So here I lie before |
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These empty streets that swirl around me |
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I crawl through the drain |
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And embrace these eyes that shine at me |
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'Cause in another world we live |
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Nothing here to give |
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Surreal |
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And the park lights lead the way |
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Nothing here it's where they'll look for me |
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It's where they'll look for me |
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It's where they'll look for me |
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It's where they'll look for me |
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For me |
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It's where they'll look for me |
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It's where they'll look for me |
