| You’re an empty head in a hotel room,
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| with an empty hour in the afternoon.
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| And empty are the colours that your leaving soon,
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| for an empty road under the moon.
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| You’re a makeshift island in a sea of red.
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| Holding back a beast that was slain instead.
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| And empty are the molds where you place your head.
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| Do you really see a heaven in this sinking lead?
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| Why you lookin' in the dark, when you could see so far?
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| Paradise is not a mask, but a single spark.
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| Rolling all around your a ball of steel,
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| looking for the ground that you used to feel.
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| But this tasteless space you learnt to shield,
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| made you a daceless maze and you were forced to yield.
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| Why you lookin' in the dark, when you could see so far?
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| Paradise is not a mask, but a single spark.
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| It is not home that you know,
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| it is not gold that you’ved stowed.
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| You are strong and you have hope.
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| Now be strong enough to go.
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| Why you lookin' in the dark, when you could see so far?
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| Paradise is not a mask, but a single spark. |