| Call out all my demons
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| Tell them I won’t take the fall
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| I’m sick of all these headaches
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| From banging my head against the wall
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| I wrap myself in cellophane
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| To blend into the streets
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| I won’t tell where I’m hiding
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| Until the blood gets to my feet
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| So today I’m waking up to find that all I have inside;
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| Wasn’t worth it
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| I’m living out my broken dreams
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| I’m flying with a crippled wing
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| And my life keeps on tearing at the seams
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| But I will fall until I find myself
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| Stuck in the middle
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| 'til I’m stuck in the middle
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| Falling into circumstances
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| I cannot control
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| It’s stomping out my politics
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| And eating out my soul
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| I cough the dust out of my lungs
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| And spit it down the drain
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| I reach inside my head
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| And pull the cobwebs from my brain
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| Cross my heart and hope for the end
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| Look under the boards that are starting to bend
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| Loosen the rope slippin' over my head
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| Either I’m free or I’m already dead
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| So take me over (take me over)
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| Take me closer (take me closer)
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| Is it over? |
| (Is it over?)
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| Cross my heart and hope for the end
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| Either I’m free or I’m already dead |