| There’s too much space, in your room
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| The ceiling’s too high, and the walls are empty
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| White, is spreading over
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| There’s too much space, in your room
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| There’s too much silence, in your head
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| Speechless thoughts, and dead ideas
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| Mingle, quietly
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| There’s too much silence, in your head
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| There’s too much dust, in your mouth
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| Too many years, have past
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| Since you last tried, to make sense
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| When speaking to yourself, for a change
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| Too many reasons, not to move forward
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| Too many actions, stayed undone
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| But it’s never time, to wake up There’s too much emptiness
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| In your dreams
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| There’s too much space, in your room
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| The ceiling’s too high, and the walls are empty
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| White, is spreading over
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| There’s too much space, in your room |