| Just when I start getting comfortable in my own skin
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| You come, then shed off, dragging the darkness back in
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| I feel it coming, there ain’t no running from me
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| So out here, right now, gonna write this thing out 'til I’m free
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| And when I get tired
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| Of staring up at the ceiling
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| Wrestling with
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| What these demons are dealing
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| And kneeling, and feeling like nobody answers at all
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| I climb the walls
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| Been here before, and God knows I’ll be here again
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| It ain’t a matter of if, just a matter of when
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| You think I’d be stronger the longer that I’m in this war
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| But I’m fighting the feeling, and I just can’t do this no more
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| And when I get tired
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| Of staring up at the ceiling
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| Wrestling with
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| What these demons are dealing
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| And kneeling, and feeling like nobody answers at all
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| I climb the walls
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| But I know the only way out is through
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| And light at the end of a tunnel is you, no, hoo
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| But, Lord, I get tired
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| Staring up at that ceiling
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| Wrestling with
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| What these demons are dealing
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| And kneeling, and feeling like nobody’s up there at all
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| I climb the walls
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| Well, I climb the walls
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| I climb the walls
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| I climb the walls |