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Faces, pictures on the wall |
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Do you sleep at all when you sleep? |
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Faces, burning in your mind |
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Faces |
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She's trapped inside her own world |
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And I'm trying to get in |
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And she doesn't know what's goin' on |
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Or where she might have been |
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And she talks to many people |
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And she lives life through their eyes |
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And the voices down the hall |
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Tell her no reason where or why |
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All of your life you've been missing the answer |
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It should be easy to tell |
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You see faces, pictures on the wall |
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Do you sleep at all when you sleep? |
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Faces, burning in your mind |
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Will it be the lies that you see? |
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She hears the words of people |
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That live deep in her mind |
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And she wants to feel the passion |
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That's locked up inside |
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The pictures now are falling |
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There's no trace at all |
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And the voices that were calling her |
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No longer call |
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All of your life you've been missing the answer |
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It should be easy to tell |
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You see faces, pictures on the wall |
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Do you sleep at all when you sleep? |
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Faces, burning in your mind |
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Will it be the lies? |
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What do you see? |
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All of your life you've been hearing the answer |
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It should be easy to tell |
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No more faces, faces |
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Do you see faces? |
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Burning in your mind |
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No more faces |
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Hear me call |
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Hear me call |
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Hear me call |
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