| There’s banging on the wall
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| It’s 5 am — I’ve got no sleep at all
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| Just thoughts of how I might
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| Struggle through tomorrow
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| Too much time in one day
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| Too much time to occupy
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| With boring thoughts
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| And boring moods
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| And boring bedtimes
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| Won’t tell a single soul that my soul’s gone
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| It’s hard to write this song
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| It’s all a joke
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| It’s all been wrote down by someone who’s probably dead
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| I might be leaving soon
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| I might be leaving soon
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| There’s laughter from below
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| It’s 1 am — how could you have known?
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| The thoughts of silence that have me
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| From going back to sleep at night
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| Wish I could call someone I love
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| To stop thinking of myself
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| Long look in the mirror
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| Just… looks so blankly
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| You were right, I can’t do this
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| I’m going crazy; |
| it’s fine by me
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| Now you can see
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| How much I’ve become empty
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| I might be leaving soon
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| I might be leaving soon
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| I might be leaving soon
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| My dreams are full of what’s not real
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| I’ll fly away and save the world
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| I’ll make you proud someday
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| I just won’t be around to see your face
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| My life is full of what’s not here
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| I’ll go away and save myself
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| I’ll make you proud today
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| I just won’t be around to see your face |