| I’m sitting in a room
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| A night spent in cold reflection
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| Thoughts racing through my head
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| With no direction
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| My throat is strained & tight
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| It’s all bottled up til now
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| Forcing slow breaths
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| With clenched hands
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| And my mouth can’t make a sound
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| (And my mouth can’t make a sound) x3
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| I’ve spent too many nights with my head inside my hands
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| If I never know the answer am I any less a man?
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| I’ve spent too many nights with my head inside my hands
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| If I never know the answer am I any less a man?
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| I’ve lost all that I have
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| All I have left is a memory
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| And I can’t feel any emotion
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| There’s no end in sight for me
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| All those sympathetic words
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| Thy just got lost in the echo
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| And it’s taken all I hav
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| To keep a grip & not let go!
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| (To keep a grip & not let go!)
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| I’ve spent too many nights with my head inside my hands
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| If I never know the answer am I any less a man?
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| I’ve spent too many nights with my head inside my hands
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| If I never know the answer am I any less a man?
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| (I've spent too many nights with my head inside my hands
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| If I never know the answer am I any less a man?)
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| I’ve spent too many nights with my head inside my hands
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| If I never know the answer am I any less a man?
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| I’ve spent too many nights with my head inside my hands
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| If I never know the answer am I any less a man? |