| Turn your eyes from the window so you won’t see this world
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| The walls are closing inward, there’s nowhere left to turn
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| You want it, you need it, the words slip away
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| Your crying your eyes out, your mind wants to break
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| Your heart is your weakness, your song plays endlessly
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| Wonder how you sleep
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| All your houses crumble
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| Shadows begin to howl
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| Spiders on the rooftops
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| The trapdoor’s in ourselves
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| You want it, you need it, the words slip away
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| Your crying your eyes out, your mind wants to break
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| Your heart is your weakness, your song plays endlessly
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| Wonder how you sleep, it’s a wonder to me
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| So how’s it going to feel
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| When you don’t know what’s real
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| You tell yourself it’s love, then tear your insides up
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| So how’s it going to feel
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| When you don’t know what’s real
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| You tell yourself it’s love, then tear yourself apart
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| Senses all been fractured
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| The traitor’s in your sights
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| The hours spinning backwards
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| There’s nowhere left to hide
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| You want it, you need it, the words slip away
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| Your crying your eyes out, your mind wants to break
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| Your heart is your weakness, your song plays endlessly
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| Wonder how you sleep, it’s a wonder to me
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| So how’s it going to feel
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| When you don’t know what’s real
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| You tell yourself it’s love, then tear your insides up
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| So how’s it going to feel
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| When you don’t know what’s real
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| You tell yourself it’s love, then tear yourself apart
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| How many people must learn
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| How many roads must you turn
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| There’s something hiding below
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| How many tears must you cry
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| How many buried inside
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| Until you finally let go
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| How many years must you fight
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| How many stories survive
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| Until the tables will turn
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| How many days must you brave
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| How many years must you pay
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| There’s nothing left to let go |