| Catharsis, in darkness
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| When you can’t seem to feel a thing
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| The absence, that haunts you
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| Won’t hurt much longer
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| Catharsis, in darkness
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| When you can’t seem to feel a thing
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| The absence, that haunts you
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| Won’t hurt much longer
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| This feelings getting a bit harder to control
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| A place to feel completed or a place to be alone
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| The rhythm of rebellion from the rattle in your bones
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| A sonic liberation, salvation in your headphones
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| Darkest disguise
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| Leave it at the door
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| Bright lights divine
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| (Leave your body on the floor)
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| Catharsis, in darkness
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| When you can’t seem to feel a thing
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| The absence, that haunts you
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| Won’t hurt much longer
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| Stand in the shadows, entertaining the unknown
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| The words I always needed like I wrote them on my own
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| I sing for absolution, for the cleansing of my soul
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| Narcotic is the beating of our hearts to the tempo
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| Holding through time
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| Leave it at the door
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| Bright lights divine
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| (Leave your body on the floor)
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| Catharsis, in darkness
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| When you can’t seem to feel a thing
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| The absence, that haunts you
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| Won’t hurt much longer
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| (Woah…)
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| Catharsis, in darkness
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| When you can’t seem to feel a thing
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| The darkness, that haunts you
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| Catharsis, in darkness
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| A place to feel the words we sing
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| The absence, that haunts you
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| Won’t hurt much longer! |