| Ten thousand tons
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| Somehow gaining mass
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| It senses the symptoms
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| Of a life’s thread rusting out
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| It features the dangers
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| With a mind for pure corrosion
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| You won’t say a word
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| Why won’t you look my way?
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| As we gaze through the window
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| The ash storm begins to rain
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| Iron oxide tells the difference
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| Patterning what this used to be
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| I’ve got some feelings
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| Some feelings as of late
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| Meanwhile the ceiling
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| Is what I can’t shake
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| What if we don’t change?
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| What if we stay the same?
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| Then you’re the ceiling
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| The ceiling that I can’t shake
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| You can see my hands
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| Reaching out, grasping at the thread
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| Hear her laughter reverberate
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| Through the lowest rings of hell
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| I’ll be gone once you’re through with me
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| I’ll be gone once you’re through with me
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| I’ve got some feelings
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| Some feelings as of late
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| Meanwhile the ceiling
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| Is what I can’t shake
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| What if we don’t change?
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| What if we stay the same?
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| Then you’re the ceiling
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| The ceiling that I can’t shake
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| The ceiling that I can’t shake
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| The ceiling that I can’t shake
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| You won’t say a word
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| Why won’t you look my way?
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| As we gaze through the window
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| The ash storm begins to rain
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| You won’t say a word
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| Why won’t you look my way?
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| As we taste the shattered glass
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| The ash storm begins to rain
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| After all is said and done
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| Unable to tolerate
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| You can watch me go under
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| Brought down by the weight
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| After all is said and done
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| Unable to tolerate
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| You can watch me disappear
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| Brought down by the weight
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| You should speak up
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| You should speak up
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| Let me hear your voice
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| Let me hear your voice |