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The air's so thick |
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It blurs my vision |
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I can't think straight |
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In this condition |
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This dim lit hall |
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Is stretching further |
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Not knowing |
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What I might discover |
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Through a door half open |
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A painted light bulb swings |
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Casting someone's shadow |
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Reaching towards me |
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Something draws me here |
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Not sure Feeling |
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Drained Still |
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I am curious |
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Haunts me |
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Taunts me |
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Now I start to |
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Gravitate |
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Remain composed |
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I hear some laughter |
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The darkness in me |
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Moving faster |
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A handle turned |
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A door is opened |
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Ashtrays Cigarettes still smoking |
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And there again before me |
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The painted light bulb swings |
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And see I cast the shadow |
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The one I saw moving |
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Cannot catch my breath |
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Can't cope |
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His face turns toward me |
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Can't be Not me |
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The man in the mirror |
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It's all too clear |
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As I stood there |
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Acknowledged him |
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In reflective glare |
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I don't quite understand |
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Why any of this |
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Is who I am |
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I'm damned cause |
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I doubt It's part of me |
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Trick of the mind |
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Pschitso you see |
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It's like awakening |
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I'm in Someone else's skin |
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Molds me Holds me |
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Controlled |
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Left me Drained and empty |
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Transformed |
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Shifting I peer inside |
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A well of atrocities |
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Like quicksand |
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You pulled me |
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Down deeper |
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All twisted inside of me |
