| Walking back and forth, don’t know what to do now
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| Every little thing has its endless clues to how this might find you
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| Thinking what could be on the other side, deafening black or the purest white
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| Reminiscing on my life
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| I can’t feel, I can’t breath
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| I’m surrounded by hypocrisy
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| The pressure’s on me, the pressure’s on me
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| It’s setting in, and these days feel old
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| I’m passing through, so let it be told
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| That when we fall to our knees
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| And say goodbye, we’ll finally see
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| Ourselves from outside this curtain that holds us all in time
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| Once was regret never knowing why
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| My heart was set on the other side
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| Fascination of my time
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| Come with me and you’ll soon see through
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| These selfish thoughts shouldn’t hurt you. |
| too
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| Let’s escape, just me and you
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| I can’t feel, I can’t breath
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| I’m surrounded by hypocrisy
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| The pressure’s on me, the pressure’s on me
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| It’s setting in, and these days feel old
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| I’m passing through, so let it be told
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| That when we fall to our knees
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| And say goodbye, we’ll finally see
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| Ourselves from outside this curtain that holds us all in time (x2) |
| I’m sorry to have to leave this town
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| These days and night just won’t break out
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| The feeling of sorrow, no doubt
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| From the curtain that cuts us out |