| The night has been so dark and cold
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| I want to walk all alone in the sunrise
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| In the sunrise
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| When the day is done
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| And I can’t breathe, no I can’t see
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| No, no with my eyes on fire
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| Yeah, with my eyes on fire
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| I feel like I’m working every single day of the week
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| And I can’t sleep, no no, with my heart on fire
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| Yeah, with my heart on fire
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| Do you wanna live? |
| I wanna remember what it feels like
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| To be embedded in a real life
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| When the deal’s dicey and it’s evident it’s another surreal night
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| Then I’m f’in to check if the lid on my head is sealed tight
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| Cause I would give anything to replenish the dream inside
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| Tethered together by a steel line
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| Drawing its heat from the light, deprived
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| Reaching for Helios' height’s
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| Leaning without a means to survive, till the ceiling divides
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| I hid every bit of esteem and concealed it inside
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| Cause when you need to feed on it, then it eats you alive
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| Cause when you believe that you’re right and nobody’s seeing your side
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| You tend to agree — I don’t need another reason to die
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| People can turn a blind eye and you’ve gotta pardon them
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| When your character flaw is a self-imposed martyrdom
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| Part of the prob is shock it exists
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| It’s seen but never felt like a victim describing a shot to a witness
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| Isn’t this just coincidence? |
| The shit’s a mess
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| Missing photosynthesis in this den I’m imprisoned within
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| It’s a sin as I wither away
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| As if business will give me the pleasure that flickers and fades as I live in
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| this haze
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| I wanna be riddled with millions of rays on the skin of my face
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| Till the cinnamon pigment is colored crimson in shade
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| And I’ve been in the gray and I’m sick of waiting
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| And I don’t want to wonder anymore if the sun has risen today |