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You can look to the mountain |
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You can talk to the dead |
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You can run to the city lights |
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But it's all in your head |
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You can look to a stranger |
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But all you'll find is a wall |
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You can wish all you want |
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But no one answers at all |
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GoodbyesThey are flies |
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That rise from shit |
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And I was skinning |
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A new beginning |
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While you were grinning |
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Like a slit |
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You can try not to cry out |
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As you wake in the night |
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You can stare at the blackness |
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But it's taken your sight |
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You imagine a face there |
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That you can almost touch |
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You can reach all you want |
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But it's only a crutch |
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GoodbyesThey are flies |
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That rise from shit |
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And I was skinning |
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A new beginning |
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While you were grinning |
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Like a slit |
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Where are you now? |
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Where is the crowd? |
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These sleeping streets |
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Are speaking aloud |
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And I couldn't recall |
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The feeling at all |
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The moment |
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I realized |
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I was going to fall |
