| It was odd
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| Like I’d already been there in an earlier dream
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| I was swimming in a black, slimy, delicate cream
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| I know who’s been here before me
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| I was drawn to their distorted scream
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| This place is too small
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| Everyone’s on the floor
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| Trying to knock down the brick wall
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| Trying to knock down the brick wall
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| This place
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| This dark haze
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| It’s going down, down, down, down
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| This place is too small
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| This place is too small
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| It’s going down, down, down, down
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| I’m more content than ever
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| It was odd
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| Felt like I was dreaming
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| The streets were screaming
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| Showed me their scar whn I was on my way to a bar
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| I swear I’ve been her before
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| But maybe I’ve only visited the first floor
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| I want to say never more
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| But the fifth floor moved into me
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| I never should have opened that door
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| I never should have opened that door
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| This place
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| This dark haze
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| It’s going down, down, down, down
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| This place is too small
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| This place is too small
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| It’s going down, down, down, down
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| I’m more content than ever
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| I am darkness, I was a mess
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| I’ll confess; |
| I’m more content than ever even if I’m less
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| I am darkness, I was a mess
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| I’ll confess; |
| I’m more content than ever
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| This place
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| This dark haze
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| It’s going down, down, down, down
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| Trying to
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| Trying to
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| Trying to
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| Trying to
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| Trying to
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| Trying to |