| Ill-defined, the creatures in your dreams
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| Faces you know, blurring out what they mean
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| A tangle of voices twisting words out of shape
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| A bunch of wire fingers and no way to escape
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| There’s no way of telling how things fall apart
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| The smallest of incidents right from the start
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| There’s no way of telling how things fall apart
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| A jigsaw of pieces, the missing ones in your heart
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| Ill-defined, the creatures in your dreams
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| If they linger by daylight, the shadows increase it seems
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| As the world keeps on turning, the seasons come round
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| Their world is a mirror of yours, your life upside down
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| There’s no way of telling how things fall apart
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| The smallest of incidents right from the start
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| There’s no way of telling how things fall apart
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| A jigsaw of pieces, the missing ones in your heart
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| There’s no way of telling how things fall apart
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| The smallest of incidents right from the start
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| There’s no way of telling how things fall apart
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| A jigsaw of pieces, the missing ones in your heart |