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How can it be done? |
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How can we escape from this indigent state? |
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We try for so long, and now |
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I'm afraid it might happen too late. |
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I get the sense you look at me like at some distant star; |
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I never really could accept how taciturn you are. |
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But why does it feel |
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Like the choir is weeping |
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And the conductor is reeling? |
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It's such a psychotic feeling. |
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I wish I could talk. |
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I wish I could live like there was nothing to hide. |
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I wish that you knew how completely |
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I'm struggling inside. |
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Will you stay or will you turn away from me like them |
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When you start to understand how cynical |
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I am? But can you say it doesn't feel |
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Like a skeleton has melted |
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And the wallpaper's peeling? |
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It's such a psychotic feeling. |
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Faster, faster, faster -- |
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I wanna come back to you. |
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Oh but my head is so full of this horrible light, |
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It just attacks |
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I can't fight back. |