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How hard you try to be original |
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You hide your demons |
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Up and down your arms |
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You're staring at me with |
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Your eyes gazed down |
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I'll tell you |
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I'm starting to worry about you |
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What are you gonna do |
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When you run out of places to hide |
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Well what are you gonna do |
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When you run out of places to hide |
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Wake and pull the shades to view the sun |
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And return to the place you started from |
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Don't worry if you can't do it alone |
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Head back to the place that you fallen from again |
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What are you gonna do |
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When you run out of places to hide |
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Well what are you gonna do |
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When you run out of places to hide |
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You look though your blood shot eyes |
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Soon before you lose your life |
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And realize |
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What are you gonna do |
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When you run out of places to hide |
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Well what are you gonna do |
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When you run out of places to hide |
