| Awaken in a state that’s not my own
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| The only thing that’s real
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| Is that amongst these walls
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| I whisper to a fear that seeps in my soul
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| Waiting on my conscience, but I think I know
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| It hurts me to be angry
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| Kills me to be kind
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| But my only torment
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| Is my own disguise
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| Waiting on these favors they only come to show
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| There’s not much in them for you to hold
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| Awaken to the sudden fact that I’ve
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| Simply wasted chances, but I’m not yet to die
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| Waiting for my temperament to calm
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| Well maybe they can’t hear the cracks behind these eyes
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| It hurts me to be angry
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| Kills me to be kind
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| But my only torment
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| Is my own disguise
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| Waiting on the favors they only come to show
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| There’s not much in them for you to hold
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| It starts to become something
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| I can’t touch but you can feel
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| But there’s something else surrounding me
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| It’s not easy to see
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| Awaken to the only chance I’ve got
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| Hide behind these walls
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| I look through the cracks
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| I see the same mistakes that I once made
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| All that I can tell you there is a price to pay
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| It hurts me to be angry
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| Kills me to be kind
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| But my only torment
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| Is my own disguise
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| Waiting on these favors they only come to show
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| There’s not much in them for you to hold
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| It starts to become something
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| I can’t touch but you can feel
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| But there’s something else surrounding me
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| It’s not easy to see
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| It hurts me to be angry
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| Kills me to be kind
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| But my only torment
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| Is my own disguise
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| Waiting on these favors they only come to show
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| There’s not much in them at all |