| He s on the couch testing his strength
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| Praying some angels to give some faith
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| He s taking his eyes from out of his head
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| Trying however to endure that pain
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| How can you jump when your feet are tie
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| How can you see when your eyes they are blind
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| Trying to sink in the sheet on his bed
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| He cannot withdraw this leash from his head
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| Fantasy worlds are all that is left
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| Nothing will ever be the same
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| Having his eyes burned by the sun
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| Is a such special and terrible thing
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| But it s not a hundredth of what is like
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| To have your wings stroke at the roots
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| And see them die
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| Got a leash in his head
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| There s no chance to place life instead
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| Heating light far from his eyes
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| Buried deep in the depth of the skies
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| Dozens of lights spots confusing his mind
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| He has no strength to face these signs
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| Trying to chase all those pictures from him
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| He just makes them stronger
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| And he knows he can t win
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| Got a leash in his head
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| There s no chance to place life instead
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| Heating light far from his eyes
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| Buried deep in the depth of the skies |