| Someone take these eyes
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| Put them in a box with the rest of what the night has to offer me
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| Offer me restless waves for I don’t need them here, set them free
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| I need relief, but skin wrapping knives doesn’t appeal to me
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| This will continue through the darkness, at least that’s what it threatens
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| Besides, what’s the sun good for when clocks only make it worse
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| And in a place where time is worthless, then I’m looking too deep inside
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| And the morning laughs in my face like the pain in my head, repeating
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| The rest won’t come but I need it more than anything that will take this off my
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| mind
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| So when I close my eyes, I sleep.
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| Someone take these hands
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| That write these words for any other reason but for the purpose of the song
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| And the meaning that is passed on through my desperate lungs
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| I need a release, but the blades in my throat aren’t doing me any favours
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| So save us and show me another door that isn’t the same on the other side
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| Besides, what are dreams good for when your feet aren’t even on the floor
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| And in a place where time is worthless, then I’m looking too deep inside
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| And if I look too deep inside, I’ll just get afraid of what I may never find |