| Close the blinds, and lock the door
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| You’re not welcome anymore
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| Life is brief, and talk is cheap
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| But it’s more than we can afford
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| You say we’re wasting away our youth
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| I say we could all use a little time
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| Your mouth was asking for the truth
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| Your eyes were begging for a lie
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| Nothing’s lost, but something’s missing
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| Just an endless well to keep you wishing
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| Try, I try, but I can’t make sense of it
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| Held it to the light to find, I’m just another color in your prism
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| I fear there’s a sickness in my head
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| There’s a body in my bed
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| A set of eyes in the window’s reflection
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| But I don’t recognize them
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| Try and fight it
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| I can’t shake the shape of your tongue from my lips
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| Fractures in the feelings feasting
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| Keeping time, when nothing is now as it once was
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| What’s left to lose?
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| It feels we’re going backwards
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| Blue skies and greener pastures
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| It seems we’re chasing after
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| Something that can’t be captured
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| I think I’d rather like to believe
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| We’re all just lost and lonesome
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| Seeking our missing pieces, incomplete
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| So beautifully broken
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| Nothing’s lost but something’s missing
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| Just an endless well to keep you wishing
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| Try, I try, but I can’t make any sense of it
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| Held it to the light to find, I’m just another color in your prism |