| Room 101
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| Corner of the mind
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| Cold, dark and lonely
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| The feelings you can’t bear to find
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| I’ve tried burning the key
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| But it’s standing bright and proud among the ashes
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| I tried blocking the sound
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| But fear shouts much louder in the silence
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| If it screams, let it out, let it free
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| And let it call your name
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| If it burns through your skin
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| To your bones, you can let it in
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| 'Cause you won’t feel a thing
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| Old, broken bandage
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| Over-healed wounds
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| Rusted and worn away
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| Hiding the truth
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| I’ve lost all symmetry
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| The guiding light above my head has faded
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| The stark reality
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| As every drawer on every wall is shaking
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| If it screams, let it out, let it ring
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| And let it call your name
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| If it burns through your skin
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| To your bones, you can let it in
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| 'Cause you won’t feel a thing
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| You won’t feel a thing
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| If it screams, let it out, let it ring
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| And let it call your name
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| If it burns through your skin
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| To your bones, you can let it in
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| 'Cause you won’t feel a thing
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| You won’t feel a thing |