| Changing times and movements, confusing talk I hear
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| Easily slips right past me, leaves an empty fear
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| Anger pops up from behind my eyes
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| I see red but don’t see well
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| I have to use my patient and its breaking
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| Breaking a nerve and I feel like hell
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| Interchanging crossroads, no signs I see
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| Changing a right turn, I think I don’t believe
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| I pass the final turn the ultimate remain
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| Then fear creeps up behind my door
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| I see a face that is broken
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| I wake up and the light is gone
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| Anger pops up…
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| Where is the dealer, I’ve reached a closing door
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| Noisily retreating, I reason all the more |