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This old cracked ceiling |
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Is creeking at you |
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It seems to know the feeling |
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Of breaking like you do |
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You came here to test yourself |
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To take it all on |
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In stead you've made a mess of yourself |
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You've been having too much fun |
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And now you're fighting strangers |
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And shadows on the wall |
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And voices in your head |
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Saying 'Why am |
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I here at all?' |
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You've ruled out your choices |
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Like the loyalist you are |
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And drowned all those noises |
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Strumming your guitar |
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Wrapped in cold comfort |
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A brief and short-lived kick |
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Another can of |
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Export That ought to do the trick |
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Cause she used to come home early |
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Just to be with you |
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And now it's getting later |
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And there's really nothing you can do |
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I came here to save you |
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Though I know |
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I never could |
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I don't wanna change you |
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I just wish you understood |
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That you are just a puppet |
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In a poetess' play |
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And it's time to cut the strings now |
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It's time to walk away |
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Another early hour |
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Another painful kiss |
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Climb back up in your tower |
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Go dream of what you miss |
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You came here to calm yourself |
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To set yourself free |
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In stead you're alarmed as hell |
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Cause now you know you never will be |
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This is your illusion |
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These are your dreams |
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This is your life |
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And it's never what it seems |
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I came here to save you |
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Though I know |
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I never could |
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I don't wanna change you |
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I just wish you understood |
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That you are just a puppet |
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In a poetess' play |
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And it's time to cut the strings now |
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It's time to walk away |