| Screaming
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| The droning noise
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| The light that once shined has faded and died
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| Low
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| Soothing and calm
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| His hollow look is haunting
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| And I’m too weak to run
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| But part of me can’t help but feel
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| That I belong
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| My will to stay has changed;
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| The prison in my mind withdrawn
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| Keep this close to your heart again
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| Keep taking your medicine
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| Keep thinking that you are the one to be saved
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| I hope these words find you in time
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| And when you fall back to him again
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| You’ll see that this cycle has made you a slave
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| Your faith is gone
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| You hope and pray for better days
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| But praying’s never good enough
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| Bow down, bow down
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| Your days are numbered now
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| Your book won’t lead to better days
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| Filled with outdated ideals
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| Gasping for breath
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| I don’t know what is real
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| Between the lines
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| The stories now unclear
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| Hold my breath and try to pray today
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| Its too late
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| I guess I can’t be saved
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| Its time to wake up
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| Keep this close to your heart again
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| Keep taking your medicine
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| Keep thinking that you are the one to be saved
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| I hope these words find you in time
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| And when you fall back to him again
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| You’ll see that this cycle has made you a slave
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| Its time to wake up
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| Bring this to an end
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| Its time to wake up
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| Live your life again |