| Standing on a balcony
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| At one with the concrete beneath me
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| I know nothing of the night
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| Blistering under a cruel light
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| Shone down through cracks in the skyline
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| As I speak circles to you
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| Look at all the moral sin
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| Aren’t you sick of taking everything by numbers
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| Taking everything with force
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| Look at the way they pushed us in
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| Tell me you’re not sick of your own skin by now
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| And well, I’m lost for words
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| Dragging knives from borrowed backs
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| To see what really holds us back
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| From truth, trust and respect
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| Oh underground, keep me from seeing
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| The sights that set my eyes bleeding
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| And I owe everything to you
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| Look at the way they pushed us in
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| Tell me you’re not sick of your own skin by now
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| And well, now I’m lost for words
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| And even if we don’t pull through
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| I’ll overcome
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| I’ll send my thoughts to you |