| Unravel the threads around
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| This cocoon of comfort
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| You try to pull the strings
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| of flesh you found
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| As I stand my ground
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| Untied, darkness falls around us
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| Hide, what I need to keep these walls up
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| There’s no chance in hell
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| that I’m ever gonna share those words
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| I’ll take it with me to the grave
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| It’s not unlike a ghost town
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| All the thoughts remain here
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| They linger in the shadows of my frown
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| You can’t pull me down
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| Untied, darkness falls around us
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| Hide, what I need to keep these walls up
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| There’s no chance in hell
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| that I’m ever gonna share those words
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| I’ll take it all to my grave
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| On the path we follow
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| There is a way beneath
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| On the path we follow
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| A hidden way indeed
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| This empty hollow
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| To keep the dream alive
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| Untied, darkness falls around us
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| Hide, what I need to keep these walls up
|
| There’s no chance in hell
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| that I’m ever gonna share those words
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| It’s never gonna see the light
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| Not see the light
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| There’s no chance in hell
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| that I’m ever gonna share those words
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| I’ll take it all to my grave |