| Got to get away from all this paranoia,
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| Got to get away in time, it’s on my mind
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| Got to get away from greater doubts and passions
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| nothing more could be the same — what else remains?
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| Even though i see the lights around me,
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| something always tries to crowd me in.
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| Do myself a favour, standing out alone,
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| Give myself the chance to let my tension go
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| Have i got no future, no fortune, fame…
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| have i got no future — what else remains?
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| Even though i see the lights around me,
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| Something always tries to crowd me in.
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| I try to find relief from self-inflicted pain
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| I try to find belief but nothing ever changes
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| perhaps there is no way out,
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| I’m lying on the bed I made
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| Perhaps there is no get-out
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| It’s a fatal game
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| Even though I see the lights around me,
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| Something always tries to crowd me in.
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| Someone out there — someone out there |