| I keep seeing your face when my eyes are closed
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| I’m remembering how it used to go
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| All the medicated, nearly comatose
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| A bullet out of your head, is it on that road?
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| So much in your mind when you kill more than time
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| You’re sinking so low, thinking you will be high
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| Biting your lip while you’re losing your mind
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| Alone God knows
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| You’re climbing up the walls, the walls, the walls
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| You’re climbing up the walls, the walls, the walls
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| You’re just climbing up the walls, the walls, the walls
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| You’re climbing up the walls, the walls, the walls
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| Now you’re reaching that age where you should know
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| How to figure it out out all on your own
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| On the far side of town is a room you love
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| Started tearing it down to get you to follow
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| So much in your mind when you kill more than time
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| You’re sinking so low, thinking you will be high
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| Biting your lip while you’re losing your mind
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| Alone God knows
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| You’re climbing up the walls, the walls, the walls
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| You’re climbing up the walls, the walls, the walls
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| You’re just climbing up the walls, the walls, the walls
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| You’re climbing up the walls, the walls, the walls
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| You’re climbing up the walls, the walls, the walls
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| You’re climbing up the walls, the walls, the walls
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| You’re just climbing up the walls, the walls, the walls
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| You’re climbing up the walls, the walls, the walls
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| The world won’t rise and ease your crying
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| If you do nothing, if you do nothing
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| The world won’t try to change your mind
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| If you don’t change at all
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| The world won’t rise and ease your crying
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| If you do nothing, if you do nothing
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| The world won’t try to change your mind
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| If you don’t change at all
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| You’re climbing up the walls, the walls, the walls
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| You’re climbing up the walls, the walls, the walls
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| You’re just climbing up the walls, the walls, the walls
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| You’re climbing up the walls, the walls, the walls
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| You’re climbing up the walls, the walls, the walls
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| You’re climbing up the walls, the walls, the walls
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| You’re just climbing up the walls, the walls, the walls
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| You’re climbing up the walls, the walls, the walls
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| Drunk, he’s fast asleep
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| He’s so tired, makes me weep
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| He stays up all night working on his songs
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| But then I guess we all do the same thing
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| He’s sleepy |