| I’ve been peeling away the layers
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| Digging to the center
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| Trying to find some common thread to follow
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| Turning to face the mirrors
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| In deepening reflection
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| But all the answers seem to be so hollow
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| Face buried
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| Hands clawing at the sand
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| I’ve built myself this fortress
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| But now the walls are cracking
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| I’ve been sifting through the pieces
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| Searching for a pattern
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| Trying to find some hidden sense of purpose
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| Going down blind alleys
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| Has me putting out my eyes
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| 'cause I don’t have the will to see what’s there
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| Face covered
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| I’m shutting out the world
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| Retreating in this shell
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| And waiting for the blackness
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| Would I know peace of mind?
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| Is it true?
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| Would you know what you’d find
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| If you searched for it, too?
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| What you do depends on you
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| So explore
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| What I’ll be depends on me
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| And what’s there at the core
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| I look into my eyes
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| And nothing gazes back
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| Shadows without substance
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| Fading into black
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| Would I know peace of mind?
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| Is it true?
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| Would you know what you’d find
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| If you searched for it, too?
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| What you do depends on you
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| So explore
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| What I’ll be depends on me
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| And what’s there at the core |