| Blurring the lines we define
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| Between the wrong and the right
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| We’re on the other side of the divide
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| And it makes me sick to watch us die inside
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| Blurring the lines we define
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| Between the wrong and the right
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| We’re on the other side of the divide
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| And it makes me sick to watch us die inside
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| Inside out. |
| Tear me open
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| Tear me open from the inside out
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| Fix this broken lens
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| Tear me open from the inside out
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| Fix this broken lens
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| On the verge of collapse
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| Look through the cracks at world in decay
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| Disoriented state where black and white turn to grey
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| Hanging by a thread
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| Hanging by a thread
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| Hanging by a thread
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| Hanging by a thread
|
| Blurring the lines we define
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| Between the wrong and the right
|
| We’re on the other side of the divide
|
| And it makes me sick to watch us die inside
|
| Die inside
|
| Inside out
|
| Tear me open
|
| Tear me open from the inside out
|
| Fix this broken lens
|
| Tear me open from the inside out
|
| Fix this broken lens
|
| Inside out
|
| Tear me open
|
| Tear me open from the inside out
|
| Fix this broken lens
|
| Tear me open from the inside out
|
| Fix this broken lens
|
| When will this end?
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| When will this end?
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| Losing all perspective
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| Can’t read between the lines
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| When will this end?
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| To see a world that needs the truth
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| We buried deep inside
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| When will this end?
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| We are blind men in a glass prison
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| Were not the image that you envisioned
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| We are blind men in a glass prison
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| Where is your hope? |
| Where is your vision?
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| Broken lens
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| Where is your vision?
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| Broken lens
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| Where is your vision? |