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Deep inside the folds of a carefully constructed tomb |
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This fear to fail fear to feel |
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Dreams of turned back time in the safety of a second room |
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Build up the walls and lick the wounds |
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Retreat to isolation |
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Comes a bullet numb and alone |
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There was one, there was one |
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This quiet |
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Disquieter |
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And pulling back again |
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Reaching out |
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This quiet |
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Reaching out |
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Disquieter |
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And pulling back again |
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Turn the sharp edge inward to the pain behind the self defense |
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He is me and |
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I can't breathe |
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I want to leave and then |
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I want again |
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This fear to fail fear to feel |
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But from some quiet stillness come these waves that shake my world apart |
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My walls come down exposing me to the sun |
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And there was none, there was none |
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This quiet |
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Reaching out |
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Disquieter |
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And pulling back again |
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This quiet |
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Disquieter |
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Reaching out |
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And pulling back again |
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Reaching out and pulling back again |
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If the sun shines on me and |
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I get burned can |
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I return if it hurts |
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Will the sun burn? |
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BurnIf the sun shines on me and |
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I get burned can |
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I return if it hurts |
