| For so long chaos was all you knew
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| And troubled thoughts, they only grew and grew
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| Until a web of lies was weaved
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| But how long can it really last
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| Steering blindfolded and oh, so fast
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| The calm after the storm
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| Is a strange, strange place, I warn you
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| When the coup de grace sets you free
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| Catch yourself daydreaming about violence
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| 'Cause you’re not used to the silence
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| Of camaraderie
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| Balanced on the edge of a crumbling wall
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| What a sad excuse to make yourself look tall
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| Showing off your bruised up knees
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| There’s no one left for you to impress
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| That crowd below you couldn’t care less
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| The calm after the storm
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| Is a strange, strange place, I warn you
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| When the coup de grace sets you free
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| Catch yourself daydreaming about violence
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| 'Cause you’re not used to the silence
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| Of camaraderie
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| Surprised how quickly things can change
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| Deranged to quiet and back again
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| When will the madness end
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| You wake up from a jolt of fear
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| Feels like you’ve been sleeping for one hundred years
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| The calm after the storm
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| Is a strange, strange place, I warn you
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| When the coup de grace sets you free
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| Catch yourself daydreaming about violence
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| 'Cause you’re not used to the silence
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| Of camaraderie |