| These walls encroach upon me, silently aproach me
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| Done every way but without a sound
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| Thoughts abound, time we will miss so I taste
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| Makes me yearn to be free yearn to see the light again
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| The air bloated with greed for unreachable things
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| Past your eyes I can’t trust, they’re so full of lies
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| Fine words fall from your mouth like dust
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| They’re pretty but I’m waiting for the rain cuz they’ll rust
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| Words pulse like blood through the corridors of my heart
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| They pulse and pound, taking me worlds apart
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| From my pen the red ink ebbs and it flows
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| Paper stained with my yearnings to be free
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| Fog falls at the galls, they smuggle cigarettes
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| Reducing ---- ------- to a mere silouette
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| I watch them shape shift through the fog-laced city
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| Makes me yearn to be free yearn to see the sun again
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| Words pulse like blood through the corridors of my heart
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| They pulse and pound, taking me worlds apart
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| From my pen the red ink ebbs and it flows
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| Paper stained with my yearnings to be free
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| Words pulse like blood through the corridors of my heart
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| They pulse and pound, taking me worlds apart
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| From my pen the red ink ebbs and it flows
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| Paper stained with my yearnings to be free |