| He walks alone, the streets deserted
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| He steps on every crack
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| He makes it home and no ones waiting to welcome him back
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| Who is the man in the mirror?
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| He wonders as he stares in the eyes of a stranger
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| He’s looking for a way
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| To make it through the day
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| To say the worst is over
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| No need to be afraid
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| He screams out
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| Someone save me from myself
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| Drag me from the gates of hell
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| Cuz I’m hanging by a thread
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| And I’m getting closer to falling off the edge
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| And he screams out
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| Someone save me from myself 2x
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| He counts the tiles on the ceiling
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| And everything fades to black
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| He knows he’ll never have the feeling
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| To take a step back
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| The voice in his head’s getting louder
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| His skin is crawling
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| He runs both his hands through the water
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| There’s got to be a way
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| To make it through the day
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| To say the worst is over
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| No need to be afraid
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| He screams out
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| Someone save me from myself
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| Drag me from the gates of hell
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| Cuz I’m hanging by a thread
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| And I’m getting closer to falling off the edge
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| The freaks are coming after me tonight
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| They capture me and guide me towards the light
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| Who is the man in the mirror?
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| The voice in his head’s getting louder
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| He screams out
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| Someone save me from myself
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| Drag me from the gates of hell
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| Cuz I’m hanging by a thread
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| And I’m getting closer to falling off the edge
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| He screams out
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| Someone save me from myself 3x |