| In a cool, cool room
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| A room without a window
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| A door is there to enter
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| Enter into Neverland
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| I try to separate the real from the unreal
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| They run together into nothing
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| Something’s coming
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| Tonight I go under to see
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| What shape my watcher will be
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| Tonight I go under to see
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| Tonight I bleed
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| In a vacant dormitory
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| The floors are made of wood
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| The plaster tells a different story
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| A quiet boy climbs into noise
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| I try to separate the real from the unreal
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| They run together into nothing
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| Something’s coming
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| Tonight I go under to see
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| What shape my watcher will be
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| Tonight I go under to see
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| Tonight I bleed
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| The man with the truth chair
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| He found a river that runs there
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| It starts in the East, it runs to the West
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| And every human drinks from it
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| Tonight I go under to see
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| Tonight I bleed
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| All the way this time
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| All the way this time
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| I try to separate the real from the unreal
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| They run together into nothing
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| Something’s coming
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| I try to separate the real from the unreal
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| They run together into nothing
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| Something’s coming
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| Something’s coming |