| It’s in their faces every day
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| Trapped in their world of eternal gray
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| Their heads in sync
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| Swaying back and forth
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| Looking for something they cannot see
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| They walk in circles every day
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| With faces all empty
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| All empty and pale
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| No regard for their silent pain
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| I walk past through the endless rain
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| They are afraid
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| I’m not afraid
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| They’re so afraid
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| I’m not afraid
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| Trapped in a place that has no name
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| Their empty shells all one and the same
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| What’s different they just cannot see
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| They are stuck in their darkest dream
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| They march in step side by side
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| Any room for dissent denied
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| I’m not like them, without a name
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| I am safe in my darkest dream
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| It’s in their faces every day
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| Trapped in their world of eternal gray
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| Their heads in sync
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| Swaying back and forth
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| Looking for something they cannot see
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| They walk in circles every day
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| With faces all empty and pale
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| No regard for their silent pain
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| I walk past through the endless rain
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| Can you see their faces?
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| Can you feel their fear?
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| Can you feel their shame?
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| Living their darkest dream
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| Are you afraid?
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| I’m not afraid
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| Are you afraid?
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| I’m not afraid |