| Suddenly I see myself returning
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| To the scene where I was ridden of this crime
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| Looking at the outline of the chalk drawn on the street
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| I left so much behind here that the silhouette was me I never thought that we were miserable
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| But how can two be only in it for themselves?
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| There is nothing left to say, I’ve swallowed my tongue anyway
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| Driving out into another state, I can see the road behind me Falling back into the same mistake, so hard to avoid
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| Never will the smallest voice again be silent, yours to destroy
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| Panic followed blindly by depression
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| When the roads become the buildings in your mind
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| Moving up the elevator to floor sixty-three
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| A metaphor? |
| Yes that is right I still cannot be free
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| On the roof I start to realize
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| I may not have a hope at least I have this view
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| Apologies for what’s been said, half of which was in my head
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| And if I have to follow you, you will not rip this heart of mine in two
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| You cannot break this chain
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| But you can build a wall to shut me out if you so choose
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| I know that I have come and gone
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| But I can’t keep pulling myself away
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| A noose around my neck
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| I walk around the city as the night becomes the day
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| And if you come around I may just not be found |