| According to our records
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| You’re moving against the grain
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| You’re filling your nights and days
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| With nothing but blue, green, and grey
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| And what’s that right in front of you?
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| An open door
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| You’re noticing the cracks
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| In the floor more and more each day
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| When the trouble starts
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| Up come the walls around your heart
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| Can it do you any good to be carved out of wood
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| When you’re left out in the rain?
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| She was a sinister sister, can you forget her?
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| We get the feeling this isn’t the first or last
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| You’re choosing just to sleep all day
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| And creep around at night
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| And you’ve been reading every book
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| You’ve been meaning to your whole life
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| And what’s that right behind you?
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| Love and hate, a bed unmade
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| You learned to reciprocate
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| What you got you gave
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| And every battle lost you the war
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| When the trouble starts
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| Up come the walls around your heart
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| Can it do you any good to be carved out of wood
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| When you’re left out in the rain?
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| She was a sinister sister, can you forget her?
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| We get the feeling this isn’t the first or last |