| Slowly, looking for a chance to tell the blind
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| (There's another involved; there’s a pain in these walls)
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| It’s lonely, moving my own hands to change the time
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| (There's another involved; there’s a pain in these walls)
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| Lowly, hidden by the flaws in your design
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| (There's another involved; there’s a pain in these walls)
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| I’m solely rusted, in a state to feel a shine
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| (There's another involved; there’s a pain in these walls)
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| Slowly…
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| Stone bleak, colors on the books you left behind
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| (There's another involved; there’s a pain in these walls)
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| The stairs creak, crooked in a site that once aligned
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| (There's another involved; there’s a pain in these walls)
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| Bone weak, buried underneath a web of vines
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| (There's another involved; there’s a pain in these walls)
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| Why seek, when you seem to show what I will find?
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| (There's another involved; there’s a pain in these walls)
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| They say it’s no use
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| Revealing what you’re feeling
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| When it all ends too soon
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| You’re far away, in disarray
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| The dust just accrues
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| You’re crumbling with the ceiling
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| And you watch as your room
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| Fades into gray and falls away
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| There’s a fear in these halls
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| (Ooh, ooh)
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| There’s a fear in these halls
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| (Ooh, ooh-ooh ooh)
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| There’s a fear in these halls
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| (Ooh, ooh-ooh ooh-ooh ooh)
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| There’s a fear…
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| These walls have no use
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| Revealing what you’re feeling
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| When it all ends too soon
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| You’re far away, in disarray
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| The dust just accrues
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| You’re crumbling with the ceiling
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| And you watch as your room
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| Fades into gray and falls away
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| (There's another involved) |