| There is something falling from your fingertips
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| For every moment that you’ve seen there’s one you’ve missed
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| Are you alright? |
| Are you still feeling dead?
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| I turned out the lights around, there’s no difference
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| I hear every word, these walls are paper thin
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| In every person that you meet, they all need fixed
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| Do you wonder? |
| Are you still feeling dead?
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| If I turned down this radio, I’d hear nothing
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| Do you wonder?
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| Do you wonder?
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| I have had your ears, a younger me loves it
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| I haven’t been around this neighborhood in a few years
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| Do you feel good? |
| Do you notice it?
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| There’s a crowd in front of me, I just don’t care
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| I hear a thousand people sing, I feel nothing
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| Do you wonder?
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| Do you wonder?
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| Won’t you split me open?
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| Let me air out
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| I’m your old friend
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| Won’t you split me open?
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| Let me air out
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| I’m your old friend
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| There’s a dull effort, purpose that you long for
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| There’s a withered heart, something I can’t ignore
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| (Well I wiped this window clean, still can’t see in)
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| Tangled in a string and then you’re cut to the bone
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| (If I tuned out these people here, I’d hear the wind)
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| All abandoning, you’re a cancer that won’t
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| (And if I force fed you this pill, would you notice?)
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| There’s a dawning heel, your first time at the core
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| (If I tuned out your world for good, you’d have nothing)
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| There’s a withered heart, something I can’t ignore
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| Do you wonder?
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| Do you wonder?
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| Won’t you split me open?
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| Let me air out
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| I’m your old friend
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| Won’t you split me open?
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| Let me air out
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| I’m your old friend |