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I've been peeling away the layers |
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Digging to the center |
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Trying to find some common thread to follow |
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Turning to face the mirrors |
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In deepening reflection |
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But all the answers seem to be so hollow |
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Face buried |
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Hands clawing at the sand |
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I've built myself this fortress |
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But now the walls are cracking |
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I've been sifting through the pieces |
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Searching for a pattern |
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Trying to find some hidden sense of purpose |
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Going down blind alleys |
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Has me putting out my eyes |
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'cause I don't have the will to see what's there |
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Face covered |
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I'm shutting out the world |
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Retreating in this shell |
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And waiting for the blackness |
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Would I know peace of mind? |
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Is it true? |
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Would you know what you'd find |
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If you searched for it, too? |
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What you do depends on you |
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So explore |
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What I'll be depends on me |
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And what's there at the core |
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I look into my eyes |
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And nothing gazes back |
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Shadows without substance |
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Fading into black |
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Would I know peace of mind? |
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Is it true? |
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Would you know what you'd find |
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If you searched for it, too? |
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What you do depends on you |
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So explore |
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What I'll be depends on me |
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And what's there at the core |
