| Another boring Saturday in another boring week
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| I needed something to wake me up and make my life complete
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| I had some stuff I’d been saving for a special occasion
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| I took one, then I took one more, my head blew up like a bomb
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| My room started spinning around, I fell down to the floor
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| I lay there for quite a while, then I crawled towards the door
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| Hanging on to the handle, I tried to get off my knees
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| The door opened and the hallway morror was right in front of me
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| My face was hanging there like it belonged to someone else
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| And I could see all the bits of me I’d been hiding from myself
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| There’s no escape
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| No escape for you
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| There’s no escape
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| No escape from me
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| Another boring Saturday in another boring week
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| But now it seems so far away and I’m too fucked to speak
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| Wish I could have another boring day, but I’m stuck with this instead
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| In the hallway with a frozen face and these questions in my head
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| I close my eyes and turn around, I try to break the spell —
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| I reach out for the front door, and I leave my private hell
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| I get outside and I walk around, waiting for my mind to clear
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| But every window that I look in I see the same face appear
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| And everybody walking down the street is wearing the same face, too
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| Now they are all staring at me and there’s nothing I can do
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| There’s no escape
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| No escape for you
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| There’s no escape
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| No escape from me
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| This is your face speaking
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| You’re one face in the crowd
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| You know there’s no escape from me
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| You’d better face it now |