| Close down the blinds
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| And shut off the quiet world on the outside.
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| Plaster on a fake smile,
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| So they won’t see the bruises you hide.
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| She’s the only one with a say.
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| Her face is blank like a chalkboard,
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| And we’ll erase it like everyday,
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| A parachute with no ripcord.
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| Falling down, falling down
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| Into a world that we both don’t know.
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| Falling down, falling down
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| Into a world that we both don’t know.
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| Don’t open the blinds.
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| That tired old vaudeville act keeps going on outside.
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| We won’t see the signs.
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| Life would be better if you would just die.
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| It only hurts for the first time,
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| And then you’re numb to the pain.
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| Indecision is just too close
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| When your reflection just isn’t the same.
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| Falling down, falling down
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| Into a world that we both don’t know.
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| Falling down, falling down
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| Into a world that we both don’t know.
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| Can you still be strong and will you sacrifice?
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| Now there’s no ground to stand on And there’s no room to breathe.
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| Now there’s no ground to stand on And there’s no room to breathe.
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| Now there’s no ground to stand on And there’s no room to breathe.
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| Now there’s no ground to stand on |