| We bend ourselves until we break
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| You are just like me
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| Trapped in a world which we create
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| Where we cannot see
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| The lights in the distance, so cold and bright
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| They strike you with terror, they haunt you at night
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| Father, why do we turn our faces away
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| Mother, another day turns to gray
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| We are searching ourselves
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| So safe, you’re in control
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| Or so you tell yourself
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| Your living a dream, you’ve sold your soul
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| The walk are closing in
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| So cold and blind, you hide from all
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| Confused, nowhere to hide
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| Taking shelter behind the wall
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| You’re falling down
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| Father, why do we turn our faces away
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| Mother, another day turns to gray
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| We are searching ourselves
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| I am left here with my vanity
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| Alone and bitter tears I cry
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| When I try to see the reason why you lied
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| Father, why do we turn our faces away
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| Mother, another day turns to gray
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| We are searching ourselves |