| Pictures of grey, they fade in black
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| I’m running through the flowers of dust
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| The breathing walls comes like snow
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| I thought it was you, or was it just a picture
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| I’m falling again, I’m falling to the last chamber
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| So here it is these walls of glass
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| To release our sins, I’m riding on
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| Try to find the passage back to you
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| Why am I alone again
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| I see that there’s no time to ask you why
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| I’m stranded nine miles from home
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| Can’t find it
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| Remembering how they always told you, have some fun
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| But I could not feel, maybe I just carried on
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| So don’t walk with me, feel the pain that tears inside you
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| Let the engine blow and don’t look sideways
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| It makes me vomit
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| So I try to breathe just one more time
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| I see the raven’s landing now
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| These pictures they are calling for death
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| I’m waiting for the sun to appear
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| To show the world how it really looks
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| I’m stranded nine miles from home
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| Home
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| From Home
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| Home
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| I try to breathe… |