| How can I expect to read between the lines
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| When the story is changing all the time?
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| Pages torn from every book
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| If you want the truth you’ve got to know where to look
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| This taste on my tongue is as bitter as the sun
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| Shining through in these darkest of time
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| Depression’s rot is burning through my mind
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| I’ve got to get a grip, but can a man reverse the tide?
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| What can I do? |
| Where can I go?
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| I’m fighting off the demons, is this all i’ll know?
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| What can I do? |
| Where can I go?
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| I’ve got to face my demons, got to regain control
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| My mind is racing and it doesn’t stop
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| Because my twisted mind has got me watching the clock
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| And as the hands go tick and tock
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| The burning in my brain just won’t stop
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| As realities blur i become paralyzed
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| By visions of my own demise
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| But if I hold no trust in fate
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| Then all I have to lose are these restraints |