| Waking up and fearing that I’ll never get back into my sleeping
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| Haunted by the darker, hidden sides of the family
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| The silence and repression and unspoken old secrets come a-creeping
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| The oh so clean, golden dream is not what it used to be
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| Oh no no
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| Lying in a darkened room the first time I hear my voice speaking
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| You are next in line the golden child, try to remind him «keep breathing»
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| Scared to hell, the pressure, conform to common sense
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| Cut off from your past, you’re disconnected from yourself
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| Reach beneath the surface, it’s time that you started believing
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| In the shadow of the mountains, in a graveyard, the ancestors are sleeping
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| I used to feel that everything I knew here could fit in my hand
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| Linoleum and empty rooms, suburbian dreams were running deeper
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| So naive that I believed the kingdom was at my command
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| Oh no no
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| Lying in a darkened room the first time I hear my voice speaking
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| You are next in line the golden child, try to remind him «keep breathing»
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| Scared to hell, the pressure, conform to common sense
|
| Cut off from your past, you’re disconnected from yourself
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| Reach beneath the surface, it’s time that you started believing
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| Lying in a darkened room the first time I hear my voice speaking
|
| You are next in line the golden child, try to remind him «keep breathing»
|
| Scared to hell, the pressure, conform to common sense
|
| Cut off from your past, you’re disconnected from yourself
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| Reach beneath the surface, it’s time that you started revealing |