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These walls are closing in. Tonight I see so much clearer, it's more than I thought |
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It could be. |
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Burn inside these lucid dreams the very ones that make you whole. |
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Dream inside, your withered words. And burn into the ashes. |
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I will not be decived these days are the only days that I have to live. |
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Now I see the weakness that you hide, and I see it in your eyes, burn into the ashes, |
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THE TRUTH is all that I strive for. These walls are closing on us all, |
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Tonight these walls are closing in, |
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Tonight I see so much clearer, it's more than I thought it could be. |
