| White walls
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| I cannot sleep another
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| I cannot sleep another night like this
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| This mist
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| Creeps under my door
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| I couldn’t tell you if I’m awake
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| Or am I sleeping?
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| My eyes distort everything they capture in their frames
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| Why can’t they go away?
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| Were they even there?
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| I will watch you flat-line
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| And watch your mind
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| It will sink behind these white, white, walls
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| White walls
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| We’ll lose track of time
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| Deteriorated sight
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| But I see what becomes of these
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| This isn’t real, this isn’t real
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| I cannot feel, I cannot feel
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| This place takes control of us
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| Leaves only empty husks
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| Of the man that once was
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| Sentient and alive
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| My eyes distort everything they capture in their frames
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| Why can’t they go away?
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| Were they even there?
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| I will crawl on broken hands
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| Before I watch you die
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| Watch you die
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| I will watch you flat-line
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| And watch your mind
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| It will sink behind these white, white, walls
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| White walls
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| These ends can’t justify our means
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| What becomes of these?
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| What becomes of us?
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| If you really believe you’re fine
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| You must need medication
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| Such hysteria, there’s no doubt
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| You’re all out of your fucking minds
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| I believe it’s pretty clear
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| Our sedatives are wearing off
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| No one outside these gates will hear your cries
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| I’m fine, I’m fine, I’m fine, I’m fine
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| I’m fine, I’m fine, I’m fine, I’m fine
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| I’m fine, I’m fine, I’m fine, I’m fine
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| I’m fine, I’m fine, I’m fine, I’m fine
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| I’m fucking fine |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Get With The Times, New Roman! , by - Sycamour. Song from the album Obscure: La Deuxième, in the genre Альтернатива