| No friends, nothing to do
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| No start, no end
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| Stuck in the middle
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| Of all of these games
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| Running around in an empty room
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| Bumping into the cold brick walls
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| Pierce my lips until blood
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| Starts falling out the side of my head
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| And I’ll sit, and rest
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| And try to remember where I left off
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| And do it again
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| Midnight, I lie awake
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| No sleep until my dying day, yeah
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| Midnight, and time to waste
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| And I’ll never move on, whoa whoa
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| Think deep, take myself to another scene
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| Anywhere else, but this empty room
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| Where every breath feels like my last
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| And I’ll never move on
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| And it feels so strange
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| Living every night like this
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| Wasting it away, oh oh oh
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| And it feels so strange
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| Wasting it away
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| And it feels so strange
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| Think deep, take myself to another scene
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| Anywhere else, but this empty room
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| Where every breath feels like my last
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| And I’ll never move on
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| And I’ll never go on, whoa whoa
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| Whoa whoa, and I’ll never go on
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| Whoa whoa… |