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She can't stop pacing |
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She never felt so alive |
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Her thoughts are racing |
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Are set on overdrive |
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It takes a village |
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This she knows is true |
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They're expecting her |
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And she's got work to do |
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He helplessly stands by |
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It's meaningless to try |
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As he rubs his red-rimmed eyes |
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He says, "I've never seen her get this bad" |
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Even though she seems so high |
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He knows that she can't fly |
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And when she falls out of the sky |
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He'll be standing by |
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She was raised in a small Midwestern town |
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By a charming and eccentric loving father |
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She was praised as the perfect teenage girl |
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And everyone thought highly of her |
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And she tried everyday |
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With endless drive to make the grade |
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Then one day, she woke up to find |
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The perfect girl had lost her mind |
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Once barely taking a break |
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Now she sleeps her days away |
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She helplessly stands by |
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It's meaningless to try |
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When all she wants to do is cry |
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No one ever knew she was so sad |
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Even though she gets so high |
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And thinks that she can fly |
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She will fall out of the sky |
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But in the face of misery |
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She found hopefulness, feeling better |
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She had weathered this depression |
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Much to her advantage |
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She resumed her frantic pace |
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Boundless power, midnight hour |
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She enjoyed the race |
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Napalm, napalm, napalm showers showed the cowards |
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We weren't there to mess around |
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Through heat, exhaustion and mind distortion |
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A military victory mounted on innocent ground |
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Hearing voices from miles away |
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Saying things never said |
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Seeing shadows in the light of the day |
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Waging a war inside my head |
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A war inside my head |
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Years and years of bloodshed and warfare |
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Our mission was only to get in and kill |
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Free vacation of palm trees and shrapnel |
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Trading innocence for permanent psychotic hell |
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Hearing voices from miles away |
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(Saying things never said) |
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Seeing shadows in the light of the day |
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(Waging a war inside my head) |
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Feeling strangers staring my way |
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(Reading minds never read) |
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Tasting danger with each word I say |
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(Waging a war inside my head) |
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Standing in the darkness |
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Waiting for the light |
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The smell of pure adrenaline |
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Burning in the night |
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Random blinding flashes |
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Aiming at the stage |
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Intro tape begins to roll |
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Igniting sonic rage |
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Still they keep me |
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Between these hollow walls |
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Hoping to find in me |
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The answers to the test |
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That stumped them all |
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The boy is simply crazy |
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Suffering from delusions |
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We honestly think that maybe |
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He might need an institution |
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He lives in a world of fiction |
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And really could use some help |
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We have just the place to fix him |
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To save him from himself |
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Curled up in the darkness |
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Searching for the light |
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The smell of stale sweat and shit |
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Streaming through the night |
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Random urine testing |
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Pills, red, pink and blue |
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Counseling and therapy |
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Providing not a clue |
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Still they keep me |
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Between these hollow walls |
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Hoping to find in me |
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The answers to the test |
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That stumped them all |
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Can't seem to find the answers |
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He seemed such a clear cut case |
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We cannot just let him leave here |
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And put all this work to waste |
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Why don't we try shock treatment |
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It really might do some help |
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We have just the tools to fix him |
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To save him from himself |
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Goodnight kiss in your nightgown |
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Lavender in your bed |
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So innocent as you lie down |
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Sweet dreams that run through your head |
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Are you lonely without Mommy's love? |
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I want you to know I'd die for that moment |
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You're just a poor girl |
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Afraid of this cruel world |
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Taken away from it all |
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It's been 5 years to the day and |
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My tainted blood's still the same |
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Can't help acting this way and |
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Those bastard doctors are gonna pay |
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I'm so lonely without baby's love |
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I want you to know I'd die for one more moment |
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I'm just a poor girl |
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Afraid of this cruel world |
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Taken away from it all |
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He seemed no different from the rest |
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Just a healthy normal boy |
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His mama always did her best |
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And he was Daddy's pride and joy |
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He learned to walk and talk on time |
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But never cared much to be held |
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And steadily, he would decline |
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Into his solitary shell |
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As a boy, he was considered somewhat odd |
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Kept to himself most of the time |
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He would daydream in and out of his own world |
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But in every other way, he was fine |
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He's a Monday morning lunatic |
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Disturbed from time to time |
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Lost within himself |
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In his solitary shell |
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A temporary catatonic |
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Madman on occasion |
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When will he break out |
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Of his solitary shell? |
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He struggled to get through his day |
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He was helplessly behind |
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He poured himself onto the page |
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Writing for hours at a time |
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As a man, he was a danger to himself |
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Fearful and sad most of the time |
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He was drifting in and out of sanity |
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But in every other way, he was fine |
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He's a Monday morning lunatic |
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Disturbed from time to time |
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Lost within himself |
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In his solitary shell |
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A momentary maniac |
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With casual delusions |
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When will he be let out |
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Of his solitary shell? |
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I'm alive again |
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The darkness far behind me |
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I'm invincible |
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Despair will never find me |
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I feel strong |
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I've got a new sense of elation |
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A boundless energy |
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Euphoria fixation |
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Still it's hard to just get by |
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It seems so meaningless to try |
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When all I want to do is cry |
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Who would ever know I felt so sad? |
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Even though I get so high |
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I know that I will never fly |
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And when I fall out of the sky |
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Who'll be standing by? |
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Will you be standing by? |
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She dresses in black everyday |
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She keeps her hair simple and plain |
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She never wears makeup |
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But no one would care if she did anyway |
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Doesn't recall yesterday |
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Faces seem twisted and strange |
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She always wakes up |
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Only to find she'd been miles away |
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Absence of awareness |
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Losing time |
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A lapse of perception |
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Losing time |
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Wanting to escape |
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She had created a way to survive |
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She learned to detach from herself |
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A behavior that kept her alive |
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Hope in the face of our human distress |
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Helps us to understand |
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The turbulence deep inside |
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That takes hold of our lives |
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Shame and disgrace over mental unrest |
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Keeps us from saving those we love |
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The grace within our hearts |
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And the sorrow in our souls |
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Deception of fame |
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Vengeance of war |
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Lives torn apart |
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Losing oneself and spiraling down |
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Feeling the walls closing in |
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A journey to find |
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The answers inside |
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Our illusive mind |
