| Here comes that feeling once again
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| Pop the lid, down we go
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| Falling fast though the undertow
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| Missing link crossing path
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| Bleeding eyes see your fractured past
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| Point of your vision clear
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| You’ll never…
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| Cut to the point leaving nothing to hide
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| Nothing to hide
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| Out of breath, out of time
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| You’re out of time
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| You opened it up just to see what’s inside
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| What’s inside?
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| Seek your truth limb to limb
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| You’ll wish you never asked again
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| Piled up in your mind asked again
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| Piled up in your mind you’ll never…
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| Level the wall that you’ve built up inside
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| Pushed to far this time
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| Should have never opened it
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| Just couldn’t let it sit
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| Should of never questioned it
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| Should of never opened that can of worms
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| When you popped the lid they crawl across the floor
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| Watch em writhing everywhere
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| They’re everywhere
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| When you popped the lid did they fall across the floor
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| Watch em crawling everywhere
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| Pop the lid and down we go
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| It’s everywhere, they’re everywhere
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| Pop the lid so now you know
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| They’re everywhere, it’s everywhere
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| They’re everywhere |