| I feel your eyes on me!
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| Hear your voices speaking my name — DOUBT!
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| Sinks in those daggers dig so deep man
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| So deep, I can’t explain!
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| What happened to that thick skin? |
| That kept my sanity in.
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| Now I’m just wasting away, bright eyes fading fast!
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| I am always at my ends, always at my ends!
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| So when did I make the time to dig a ditch so big that oceans surround me?
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| That’s how far I feel from reality.
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| You might look at me and think:
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| He’s just not there!
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| He’s just not there! |
| He’s just not there!
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| He’s just not there! |
| He’s just not there!
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| And I stare at myself, staring at you, and I just don’t care
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| Because I’m not there. |
| no!
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| I’m miles away, an ocean away!
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| For all of those lost inside
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| You know the true power of your mind!
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| That the nightmare is when you’re awake
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| And sleep is the only escape — the world is cold and every crowded street you
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| are alone
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| Blinded by eyes and judging thoughts, silenced by others words.
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| The world is cold and every crowded street you are alone
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| Whiles others fight for attention, and fight for the centre stage
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| We slip back, we fade away
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| And so we fight — and we win! |