| It’s already 4 a.m. and the walls start to bleed
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| Is it part of these schemes, I failed to conceive
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| Is it a sign of a grand collapse?
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| I’m tearin up the sheets
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| Do I have to hold it back
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| Or let it take me where it will?
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| If I make it through this season
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| You know that I’ll be fine
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| But I need a re-evaluation
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| Somewhere to unwind
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| Hey you, my soul is abandoning me
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| Hey you, can you open up the door
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| Out of this ghost town?
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| Nothing lasts forever
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| Things will take sudden turns
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| The outlines of your future have already been drawn
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| It’s up to you to fill it up with colours
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| Or the shades of grey
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| If you leave it for someone else’s hands
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| The outlines will fade away
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| I don’t call this living, just struggling to get by
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| Desperate ways of filling the emptiness in our lives
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| Hey you, my soul is abandoning me
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| Hey you, can you open up the door
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| Out of this ghost town?
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| Open up the door and give me back my life
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| Fill this empty soul and make me whole again
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| When the biggest fear rears its ugly head
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| You’re trembling like a leaf in confusion
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| And we all fear life and keep the doors shut
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| Can you open up the door
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| And prevent the coming of
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| The grand collapse? |