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Between the lines of a rough sound |
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I walk gravely with my head down |
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If I'd known how to arise |
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up from this maze of a special kind |
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I would have killed |
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just to get somewhere |
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It's just a dream to get out of here |
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and though I know which one to blame |
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I can't even speak the lousy name |
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All paralyzed |
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from neck and down |
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no way to cure |
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this scapegoat of mine |
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I tried to scream, |
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but I can't make a sound |
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I'm missing in stereo |
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I have the lines, |
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but I've lost them |
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and when I try to come back again |
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every word was like a flie |
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impossible to catch |
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as they vanished in the sky |
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All paralyzed |
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from neck and down |
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no way to cure |
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this scapegoat of mine |
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I tried to scream, |
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but I can't make a sound |
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I'm missing in stereo |
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missing in stereo |
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I can't reach out |
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even if I wanted |
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can't get help |
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if it was what I wanted |
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give me the push |
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I want to be wanted |
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All paralyzed |
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from neck and down |
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no way to cure |
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this scapegoat of mine |
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I tried to scream, |
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but I can't make a sound |
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I'm missing in stereo (x2) |
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(missing in stereo) |
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missing in stereo |
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(missing in stereo) |
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I'm missing in stereo |
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(missing in stereo) |
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I'm missing in stereo |
