| Listen, can you hear it
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| The world is fading out
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| It’s a trick of the mind
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| The cause I can’t find
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| These walls won’t forgive me
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| For the loss I can not bear
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| Can’t tell the truth
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| There’s too much to lose
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| Slip into soft control
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| Make me numb, make me whole
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| These wounds they can not heal
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| Give me room so I can grow
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| There’s no highs, there’s no lows
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| Then maybe I don’t want to feel
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| Could you tell me when the times up
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| Because the days are shutting down
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| My memory is off
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| I want to get off
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| Just wake me when you see it
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| The numbers across the screen
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| There’s no one to call
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| No one at all
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| Slip into soft control
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| Make me numb, make me whole
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| These wounds they can not heal
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| Give me room so I can grow
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| There’s no highs, there’s no lows
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| Then maybe I don’t want to feel
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| Don’t give up, don’t give up, don’t give up
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| Don’t give up, don’t give up, don’t give up
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| Don’t give up, don’t give up, don’t give up
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| Don’t give up, don’t give up, don’t give up
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| Slip into soft control
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| Make me numb, make me whole
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| These wounds they can not heal
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| Give me room so I can grow
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| There’s no highs, there’s no lows
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| Then maybe I don’t want to feel |