| Here I sit alone
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| In a temple made of stone
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| You’re feeding my mind
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| But I won’t let you in
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| My world has changed
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| From an insight into a dream, oh
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| It’s a matter of speaking
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| But my thoughts become frozen in time
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| Remember my forgotten past
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| But I’m the last of my kind, last of my kind
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| Here I sit alone
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| In a temple made of stone
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| Face to face I’m here to dwell
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| I take myself out of this Hell
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| Out of this Hell
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| I would pay whatever
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| To make things right, to make things right
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| But it’s only a few words to say
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| But I’m driven by the demons inside
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| Chronic depression
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| Grabs hold of me, grabs hold of me
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| But I won’t let these demons win
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| I will set myself free, myself free
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| Here I sit alone
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| In a temple made of stone
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| Face to face I’m here to dwell
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| I take myself out of this Hell
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| Out of this Hell
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| Here I sit alone, here I sit alone
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| In a temple made of stone, made of stone
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| Face to face I’m here to dwell
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| I take myself out of this Hell
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| I said
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| Here I sit alone
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| In a temple made of stone
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| Face to face I’m here to dwell
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| I take myself out of this Hell
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| Out of this Hell |