| When you wake up to white walls
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| And endless halls
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| There’s an emptiness that echoes through it all
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| So sit back in your bed
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| With your mind medicated
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| And your senses stuck on the sick scent of the dead
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| You can call for the doctor
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| It’s all you’ve got any more
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| He’s the ticket to the life you had before
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| If I could just make them see that I don’t need this
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| Doctor, doctor what am I here for?
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| Can’t you see that I don’t need this place?
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| I don’t need these walls
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| I’m no threat at all
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| Doctor, doctor what am I here for?
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| Can’t you see that I don’t need this place?
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| I don’t need these walls
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| I’m no threat at all
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| Is there a way we could maybe through therapy
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| Find a way to rate and release me
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| I just need to be outside
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| Even if supervised
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| Get back to my job, back to my life
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| Yes I know what I’ve done and I regret it every day
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| If I could make things right you know I’d find a way
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| But when I wake up to these white walls
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| And the endless halls of the hospital
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| I get lost in the emptiness that echoes through it all
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| Doctor, doctor what am I here for?
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| Can’t you see that I don’t need this place?
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| I don’t need these walls
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| I’m no threat at all
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| Doctor, doctor what am I here for?
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| Can’t you see that I don’t need this place?
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| I don’t need these walls
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| I’m no threat at all
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| Doctor I can’t thank you enough
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| Doctor I can’t thank you enough
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| Doctor you won’t regret this
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| Doctor you won’t regret this |