| You got wires, going in You got wires, coming out of your skin
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| You got tears, making tracks
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| I got tears, that are scared of the facts
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| Running, down corridors through, automatic doors
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| Got to get to you, got to see this through
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| I see hope is here, in a plastic box
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| I’ve seen christmas lights, reflect in your eyes
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| You got wires, going in You got wires, coming out of your skin
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| There’s dry blood, on your wrist
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| Your dry blood on my fingertip
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| Running, down corridoors through, automatic doors
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| Got to get to you, got to see this through
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| First night of your life, curled up on your own
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| Looking at you now, you would never know
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| I see it in your eyes, I see it in your eyes
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| You’ll be alright
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| I see it in your eyes, I see it in your eyes
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| You’ll be alright
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| Alright
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| Running, down corridors through, automatic doors
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| Got to get to you, got to see this through
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| I see hope is here, in a plastic box
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| I’ve seen christmas lights, reflect in your eyes
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| down corridors, through automatic doors
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| Got to get to you, got to see this through
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| First night of your life, curled up on your own
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| Looking at you now, you would never know. |