| Tell me what you feel inside
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| Maybe there’s a way that
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| You can hide
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| From the world that you made
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| In your state of inner rage
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| Isn’t hard to see right through
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| Penetrates your crystal shame
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| Look at what’s become of you
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| In this prison that you made
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| I want to fly away
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| Take me to the edge of light
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| This place is not the same
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| I’m drifting in my mind
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| Floating in a field of white
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| My soul has taken flight
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| Somewhere buried deep within
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| Well beneath your surface skin
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| Is this thing a hold of you
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| And there’s not much I can do As you start with your descent
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| What’s become of what it meant?
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| To consider what’s at stake
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| When all you ever do is break
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| I want to fly away
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| Take me to the edge of light
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| This place is not the same
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| I’m drifting in my mind
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| Floating in a field of white
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| My soul has taken flight |