| I see you in my head and eye
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| Your eyes are vacant and your mouth is bright
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| And all you say are things that I don’t want to hear
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| So I smash my hands against my broken ears
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| We are the thoughts that you were warned about
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| We are the shadows in your basement
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| When you say doomsday we say everything’s alright
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| But it’s all the same
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| Get yourself a number
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| Oh we’ve been watchin' you sleep
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| We know your tricks, we know all your bad habits
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| We know your secrets, we know where your loss
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| We sneak into your closet and have dinner with the skeletons
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| All along you’ve been asking, «what's wrong with me?»
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| All along you’ve been asking, «what's wrong with me?»
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| All along you’ve been living your predicament
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| Saying you were innocent but what’s that got to do with us?
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| We are the cracks in all you dream about
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| We are the noises in your attic
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| We are the people you were warned about
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| We are the monsters in your closet
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| Now it’s fine
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| Your hopes; |
| you’re just like us
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| Yeah, you’re just like us
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| It’s fine
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| Your prayers; |
| you’re broke like us
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| Yeah, you’re broke like us
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| We watch you when you’re asleep
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| We hear as you grind your teeth
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| We’re always waiting smells but they’re never what they seem
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| You run when you’re awake but they still kill ya when you dream |