| Go through solid stages not noticing me
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| Hands hold tightly
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| No one shares
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| Go through solid stages not noticing me
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| Hands hold tightly
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| No one shares
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| Doll it up!
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| At the rate the paint is peeling off the wall
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| We’ll need to cover it! |
| (cover it!)
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| Before it all falls apart!
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| Oh, it’ll all fall apart
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| Truss it up!
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| At the rate the skin is sloughing off our bones
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| They’ll need to bury us. |
| (bury us!)
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| Because we all fall apart
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| Yeah, we all fall apart
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| The open mouths of these rooms are connected
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| By a hallway, dark and narrow
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| That we pass through like marrow through bone
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| And we do it alone
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| I miss the point and wish I still didn’t dream
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| A taste gone mad, a sweet sadness, my favorite feeling
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| The whispering walls sound like an endless corridor
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| And at this rate, all the paint is peeling off the walls
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| And all I want to do is chase it (before it all falls apart)
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| Down the hall made out of frozen faces
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| Expressionless, eyes to the ground and lips locked tight
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| Ever so quiet, ever so quiet
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| And I never choose to taste hallucinations of what I’ve seen
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| Because I don’t see the difference between chasing ghosts in dreams
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| And chasing dreams in life
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| Doll it up!
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| All the ones still close to us
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| Are the ones that most of us
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| Still don’t see. |
| Still don’t see the way
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| I would have thought that it could be the sympathetic solution
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| Disillusion
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| And if I stayed or left would you notice more or less of my existence?
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| Out of the corner of my eye
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| I see the ghost stutter-stepping like strobe lights
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| Ever-inching closer, but always out of reach
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| So I hold my breath and keep it under my tongue
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| And wait until both of my lungs are filled
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| If I count to ten, will it all go away?
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| Brushed aside or pushed aside?
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| A difference in tension
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| Intention and force applied
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| Cast aside or passing by
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| People as canvases: blank outside and bleak inside
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| We learned (and it caused other things asunder)
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| To stay (and avoiding all the turmoil)
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| Out of the way of each other
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| Just stay out of the way!
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| Always colliding with the things that we had tried hard to avoid
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| We just bury them, close our eyes, cover it up
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| But what was buried managed to unlock the door
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| Even though we had boarded them, nailed them shut, hid the keys
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| Will we (in for it now) ever (board up the house) find happiness?!
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| Clarity?! |
| Peace of mind?
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| Follow me down the hallway
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| If I should take a fall, don’t look back
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| Pick a door
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| Any door
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| Any door!
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| NOW!
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| And now we sit in what was built on our dreams
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| A space, now sad, speaks madness, attempts concealing
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| The crumbling walls
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| It feels like our time is getting short
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| And it’s too late cause all the paint is lying on the floor
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| Did we selfishly erase it? |
| (And we have all ignored the fault.)
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| Busy filling mirrors with our damn faces?
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| Circling flaws that we find without respite
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| What do we find? |
| What do we find?
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| And in the meantime
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| All the vultures circle us in hopes to feed
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| Because they don’t see the difference between
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| Death disguised as life and life with lifeless eyes
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| Doll it up!
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| All the ones still close to us
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| Are the ones that most of us still don’t see the way
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| I would have thought that it could be the sympathetic solution
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| Disillusion
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| Because we all fall apart!
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| Oh, we all fall apart!
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| The open mouths close! |