| You can see the shell of your illusions
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| But you still don’t want to climb inside
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| Nothing every turns out to be exactly what you thought it might
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| I’m lying in the same position every night
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| In this same room, two years now
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| The alarm set to the time
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| I will wake up and spill out another horrible fire
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| But I hold it alone
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| Grab ahold and incite
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| You can see the shell of your illusion
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| But you still don’t want to climb inside
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| Nothing ever turns out to be exactly what you thought it might
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| This time it might
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| This time it might |