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Such a wonderful life when it's weighing you down |
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Are you in control? |
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The suburban reign always stays the same |
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Like the hollow smile cracking up your face |
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Take your battered soul, wear it as a crown |
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All that numbs you |
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Run a thousand miles, 'till you hit the ground |
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All that numbs you now |
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And days roll into one and the same on you |
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The world revolving around your spinning head |
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Make the fences high |
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Make the blinds go down on the world outside |
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Maybe the day will come |
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When you wake up not feeling anything |
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No more tears and no more pain |
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Take your bleeding heart, wear it on your sleeve |
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All that numbs you |
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Stare into the sun, the blind relief |
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All that numbs you now |
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As the years roll into one, only numbers change |
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The world revolving around your spinning head |
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The world revolving around your spinning head |
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The world revolving around your spinning head |
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Take your battered soul, wear it as a crown |
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All that numbs you |
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Stare into the sun, the blind relief |
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All that numbs you now |
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As the years roll into one, only numbers change |
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The world revolving around your spinning head |
