| No sleep
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| There is no comfort in the pillow
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| My mind starts drifting through the woods
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| Climb up the moonlight ground beneath me
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| Until I find myself
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| Wrapped up in the fog above the world
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| And up here those wolves will never reach me
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| I am not bound by where I’m from
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| I’m not awake, I am not sleeping as I walk along
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| The in-between of everything come and gone
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| I watch myself there as a little one
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| And wonder why they could never hear me
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| I watch them hold me down beneath their calloused thumbs
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| To hide their fears deep down inside me
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| There is no son, there is no daughter
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| There’s only arms they’ve never named
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| You are not you, you are a mirror
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| You only work when you’re the same
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| But up here the walls no longer reach me
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| I am not bound by where I’m from
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| I’m not awake, I am not sleeping as I walk along
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| The in-between of everything |