| Room is black the room is black
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| Silhouettes hang in the corner
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| A spark of light it brings them back
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| Blind by temperament disorder
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| Numb to feeling, but feeling the need to give in
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| I lie awake as my head spins
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| Numb to feeling, I want to feel it again
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| Chasing light from the curtains
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| I doubt it’s helping, but I’m better sleeping in
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| Can’t take the tension anymore
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| Counting days I have nothing to show for
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| Purposeless envy, the stale compassion has me thinking
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| The grass is never green
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| And the lies are coming apart at the seams
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| Because I’m numb to feeling, but feeling the need to give in
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| Pace around til the morning
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| Numb to feeling, I want to feel it again
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| Grind my teeth til there’s nothing
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| I doubt it’s helping, but I’m better sleeping in
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| Can’t take the tension anymore
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| Counting days I have nothing to show for
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| I wanna feel like I’m getting better
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| The ties I’ve severed, they’ve found their way back home
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| Take it back, take it all back
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| Lock the door
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| Turn the key
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| Take it back, take it all back
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| Because all I see is you
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| I doubt it’s helping, but I’m better sleeping in
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| Can’t take the tension anymore
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| Counting days I have nothing to show for
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| I wanna feel like I’m getting better
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| The ties I’ve severed, they’ve found their way back home |