| This old cracked ceiling
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| Is creeking at you
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| It seems to know the feeling
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| Of breaking like you do
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| You came here to test yourself
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| To take it all on
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| In stead you’ve made a mess of yourself
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| You’ve been having too much fun
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| And now you’re fighting strangers
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| And shadows on the wall
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| And voices in your head
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| Saying 'Why am I here at all?'
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| You’ve ruled out your choices
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| Like the loyalist you are
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| And drowned all those noises
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| Strumming your guitar
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| Wrapped in cold comfort
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| A brief and short-lived kick
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| Another can of Export
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| That ought to do the trick
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| Cause she used to come home early
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| Just to be with you
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| And now it’s getting later
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| And there’s really nothing you can do
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| I came here to save you
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| Though I know I never could
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| I don’t wanna change you
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| I just wish you understood
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| That you are just a puppet
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| In a poetess' play
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| And it’s time to cut the strings now
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| It’s time to walk away
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| Another early hour
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| Another painful kiss
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| Climb back up in your tower
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| Go dream of what you miss
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| You came here to calm yourself
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| To set yourself free
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| In stead you’re alarmed as hell
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| Cause now you know you never will be
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| This is your illusion
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| These are your dreams
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| This is your life
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| And it’s never what it seems
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| I came here to save you
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| Though I know I never could
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| I don’t wanna change you
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| I just wish you understood
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| That you are just a puppet
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| In a poetess' play
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| And it’s time to cut the strings now
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| It’s time to walk away |