| A teenager is trying not to show the real him
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| Mysterious guys are the coolest ones
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| Won’t look at even the best friends in the eyes
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| Scared of the thought, they could see through
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| Many years later he still is just pretending
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| Hiding something he has never found
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| Locked up from inside and the key is thrown away
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| Stranger to himself, lost inside
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| Counting — Years go by
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| Running — Out of time
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| Shining — The shine will die
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| Fading — Out of time
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| Black and white is all he sees
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| Colours, they are missing
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| Life is sometimes shades of grey
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| But colours he can never feel again
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| Behind the wall, thoughts of grey, one change, mind’s decay
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| Empty suit, built on ice, one crack, end of lies
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| The goalline was crossed before he even got to start
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| Never knew when the time was right
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| Tried to hurry in everyplace but never got there in time
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| Now it’s too late, the show is sold out
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| The flame is 'bout to fade inside his little vacuum
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| No one will give him a hand
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| No one will hear him through
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| Counting — Years go by
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| Running — Out of time
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| Shining — The shine will die
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| Fading — Out of time |