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( Lancaster ) |
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I'm moving on, |
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I don't know where |
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But, I've just gotta get me away, from here |
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So long gone, |
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I'm lost in time |
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Looking for an answer, waiting for a sign |
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Stones in my head, stones in my head |
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I don't know how to break stones in my head |
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I'm reaching out, |
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I don't feel a thing |
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The gloves, that |
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I'm wearing are made of my skin |
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No-one knows what |
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I'm tryin' to hide |
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But when I start breaking you'll see through my eyes |
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Stones in my head, stones in my head |
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I'm trying hard to break stones in my head |
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It's cold out here, still |
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I'm feeling fine 'cos no one's gonna ask me to come on inside |
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I don't wanna know but |
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I guess I do 'cos maybe these stones are made out of you |
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Stones in my head, stones in my head |
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I really wanna break stones in my head |
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I'm moving on, |
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I don't know where |
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But, I've just gotta get me away, from here |
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So long gone, |
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I'm lost in time |
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Looking for an answer, waiting for a sign |
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Stones in my head, stones in my head |
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I don't know how to break stones in my head |
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Stones in my head, stones in my head |
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I really want to break stones in my head |
