| Everywhere you go there’s nothing
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| You might think that there’d be something
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| Everywhere I go there’s nothing, nothing, nothing
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| It’s all empty out there
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| I can’t see a single thing
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| I can’t see a single thing
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| I wish I could feel a thing
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| I wish I could feel
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| I wish I could feel a thing
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| I wish I could feel a thing
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| I wish I could feel a thing
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| I can hear you
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| I can hear you so clear
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| I can hear you
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| I can hear you so clear
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| I can hear you through the void
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| That same familiar feeling in your voice
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| We’re in different rooms but we’re connected
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| By the noise of scraping
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| At the walls of lives that left us
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| No other choice
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| I can hear you through the void
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| That same familiar feeling in your voice
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| We’re in different rooms but we’re connected by the noise
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| Of scraping at the walls of lives that left us no other choice
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| This world killed us long ago
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| Don’t even have a fucking soul
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| But everything’s alright, you know
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| At least we didn’t die alone
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| This is all there is, this is all there is
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| It’s just a void out here
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| This is all there is, this is all there is
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| You can’t avoid the fear
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| (Coughing) Fuck, sorry…
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| Okay, (cough) I got it
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| (Gasp) Okay, here we go
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| The signal is damaged
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| But we recognize
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| Distortion so familiar
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| We know exactly why
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| The signal is damaged
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| But we recognize
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| Distortion so familiar
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| We know exactly why
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| I can hear you through the void
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| That same familiar feeling in your voice
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| We’re in different rooms but we’re connected
|
| By the noise of scraping
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| At the walls of lives that left us
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| No other choice
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| I can hear you through the void
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| That same familiar feeling in your voice
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| We’re in different rooms but we’re connected by the noise
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| Of scraping at the walls of lives that left us no other choice |