| This is the place where I go to emote
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| To fill and to spill and to burn and to choke
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| Where the feelings that I’m feeling, they all go up in smoke
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| And in flames go the words that I couldn’t have spoke
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| This is the place where it all comes apart
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| Where the walls that I’ve built crumble down at the start
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| Of the music, ‘cause I use it to pry open my heart
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| Force my inside to the outside while I’m calling it art
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| This is the place where it comes to a head:
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| The passion and the hatred, the doubt and the dread
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| Where I find that I’m unwinding at the tug of a thread
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| And I’m coming undone from inside my head
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| I cannot sleep
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| I can’t fucking breathe
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| I’m strangled by silence
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| But here I can scream
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| You took someone broken, you made them feel brave
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| You took someone lost, you made them feel saved
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| ‘Cause in a world that tells us that we’re wrong
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| You made me feel right, made me feel I belong
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| I cannot sleep
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| I can’t fucking breathe
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| I’m strangled by silence
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| But here I can scream
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| Because inside me there is a violence
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| That only screaming could ever silence
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| Because inside me there is a violence
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| That only screaming could ever silence
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| This is where I come alive, this is what I need to survive
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| This is where I come alive, this is what I need to survive
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| I’m finally home |