| I hear sounds that my mouth didn’t make
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| I hear words that you don’t ever say
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| There’s a door, there’s a door to the cage
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| I’m not afraid, I’m not afraid yet
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| I see patterns of light in the dark
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| When the red opens up, there’s a star
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| In the sensory cave that you made; |
| I lie awake
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| I’m still awake
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| I can’t move, like I’m stuck in the mud, I’m up to my neck
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| Face in the flood, my feet in cement. |
| Hey—
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| I’m confused by the shapes in the dark
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| The thoughts in my head
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| I know I’m alive, I thought I was dead
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| I’ve got moves to make but I can’t move
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| I’ve got moves to make but I can’t move
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| There’s a light at the top of the stairs
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| I wanna know what goes on up there
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| Live a life in a world outside
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| Tell me why? |
| So tell me why
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| I can’t move, like I’m stuck in the mud, I’m up to my neck
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| Face in the flood, my feet in cement. |
| Hey—
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| I’m confused by the shapes in the dark
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| The thoughts in my head
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| I know I’m alive, I thought I was dead
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| I don’t have words so I made them myself and now the silence rings like a
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| cathedral bell
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| I can’t move, like I’m stuck in a box with no room to stretch
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| Alone with my thoughts. |
| So what happens next?
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| I’ve got moves to make but I can’t move
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| I’ve got moves to make but I can’t move
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| I can’t move, like I’m stuck in the mud, I’m up to my neck
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| Face in the flood, my feet in cement. |
| Hey—
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| I’m confused by the shapes in the dark
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| The thoughts in my head
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| I know I’m alive, I thought I was dead |