| In the night, when you’re walking all alone, seeing faces everywhere
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| Being scared as hell as usual
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| In the day, when the shadows are away, and the darkness cannot stay
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| And you try to live as usual
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| Is this really what you call reality?
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| Is this really how you think your life should be?
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| Take a look at the sky, when the night turns to day
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| And the sun is painting the trees
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| Try to escape, there are one million ways
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| Fight and win to be free
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| Can’t you see, that my life’s just misery? |
| No matter how I try to be
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| Cause my life goes on as usual
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| What is life, without happiness within? |
| If there’s nothing left to win
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| Why should I go on as usual?
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| Is this really what I call a perfect dream?
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| I’m smiling, laughing — not as joyful as it seems?
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| Take a look at the sky, when the night turns to day
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| And the sun is painting the trees
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| Try to escape, there are one million ways
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| Fight and win to be free |