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When you wake up to white walls |
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And endless halls |
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There's an emptiness that echoes through it all |
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So sit back in your bed |
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With your mind medicated |
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And your senses stuck on the sick scent of the dead. |
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You can call for the doctor |
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It's all you've got any more |
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He's the ticket to the life you had before |
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If I could just make them see that I don't need this |
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Doctor, doctor what am I here for? |
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Can't you see that I don't need this place? |
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I don't need these walls. |
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I'm no threat at all. |
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Doctor, doctor what am I here for? |
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Can't you see that I don't need this place? |
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I don't need these walls. |
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I'm no threat at all. |
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Is there a way we could maybe through therapy |
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Find a way to rate and release me |
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I just need to be outside |
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Even if supervised |
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Get back to my job, back to my life |
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Yes I know what I've done and I regret it every day |
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If I could make things right you know I'd find a way |
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But when I wake up to these white walls |
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And the endless halls of the hospital |
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I get lost in the emptiness that echoes through it all |
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Doctor, doctor what am I here for? |
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Can't you see that I don't need this place? |
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I don't need these walls. |
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I'm no threat at all. |
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Doctor, doctor what am I here for? |
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Can't you see that I don't need this place? |
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I don't need these walls. |
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I'm no threat at all. |
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Doctor I can't thank you enough |
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Doctor I can't thank you enough |
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Doctor you won't regret this |
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Doctor you won't regret this |
