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I pull back the blinds, taste the air |
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Time to return to the warmth they gave you |
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All looks the same, feel so strange |
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Time passes by in a silent vacuum |
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I push back the night |
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Step out into the echo |
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You've been standing in the corner |
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Always listening to the same words |
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Night goes, composing in echoes |
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Between all the other insects |
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Looks like a world lost now |
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Tear out the blinds, nothing's changed |
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I can't place the names but they sound familiar |
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I've died inside, seven days |
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Time passes by and died a fraction |
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Here comes the time |
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The sins of diseration |
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Feels like maybe you belong here |
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Gather sentences from nowhere |
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Creatures crawling out the wood work |
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Stand straight, face to face with your fears |
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Looks like a world lost now |
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Who protects you from your protectors |
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Gone, he waves a stick, keeps you sick |
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Push back the night |
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Push back the night |
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Push back the night |
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Here comes the time |
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The sins of diseration |
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Feels like maybe you belong here |
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Gather sentences from nowhere |
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Creatures crawling out the wood work |
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Stand straight, face to face with your fears |
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Looks like a world lost now, looks like a world lost now |
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Looks like a world lost now |
