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Another boring |
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Saturday in another boring week, |
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I needed something to wake me up and make my life complete. |
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I had some stuff |
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I'd been saving for a special occasion. |
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I took one, then |
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I took one more, my head blew up like a bomb. |
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My room started spinning around, |
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I fell down to the floor, |
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I lay there for quite a while, then |
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I crawled towards the door. |
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Hanging on to the handle, |
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I tried to get off my knees, |
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The door opened and the hallway mirror was right in front of me. |
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My face was hanging there like it belonged to someone else and |
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I could see all the bits of me |
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I'd been hiding from myself. |
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There's no escape, no escape for you. |
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There's no escape, no escape from me. |
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Another boring |
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Saturday in another boring week, but now it seems so far away and |
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I'm too ****ed to speak. |
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Wish I could have another boring day, but |
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I'm stuck with this instead. |
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In the hallway with a frozen face and these questions in my head. |
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I close my eyes and turn around, |
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I try to break the spell - |
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I reach out for the front door, and |
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I leave my private hell. |
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I get outside and |
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I walk around, waiting for my mind to clear, but every window that |
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I look in: |
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I see the same face appear. |
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And everybody walking down the street is wearing the same face, too. |
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Now they are all staring at me and there's nothing |
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I can do. |
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There's no escape, no escape for you. |
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There's no escape, no escape from me. |
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This is your face speaking, you're one face in the crowd. |
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You know there's no escape from me, you'd better face it now. |
