| Contemplating your hands for hours
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| Hoping to get some answers from your palms
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| You’re your own biggest mystery
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| Unable to read the manual
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| This heart beats too fast
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| In your dreams buildings collapse
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| The dogs bark every night
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| The moon is always full
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| When sharpening your knife
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| When sharpening your knife
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| Standing at the same crossroads
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| You face the same dilemma
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| In the torture chamber of your skull
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| You can’t tell right from wrong
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| In the torture chamber of your skull
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| You can’t tell right from
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| Open the door to a stranger
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| And find out that the stranger indeed has a knife
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| Indeed has a knife
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| No bread crumbs on the ground
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| How can you find your way?
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| How can you find your way back home?
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| Your words cut like a sword
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| Cry for the ones you love
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| In your sleep you cry for the ones you love |